Inspired musings on living as a Woman who paints and observes from the ever deepening well of Woman as Sister, Mother and Beloved.
Friday, December 27, 2013
The love I feel for my sons Stops me in my tracks There is nothing but the unknown and familiar Streaming from their eyes.
The wide and vast The tender and questioning The sure and true.
They are more real than anything I ever created.
I cannot hang them on a wall and say, I can’t really price this, either, because it is my life It is everything I could never ever speak I could only know this life in myself through paint, through sons.
Life Like this is not for the weak at heart.
These sons Carry all my trust And love. And theirs. And his.
I trusted one man, finally, kind of.
Something only we can know. This love is our secret. This love is the life we lived Alone With our selves As we all grew up Together.
I take walks and am glad to be here. I am the mother of three generously loving young men. Life has turned me inside out and I trust it to take me all the way. I am happy to be woman as Sister, Mother, and Beloved. My name is Barbara Heile.