fusionart | Elizabeth Weber

“Solitude” acrylic on canvas, 40″ x 30″ There is something about sitting in solitude that allows us to look deep …

There seems to be a balance between being able to be ‘here in the now’ and imagining something different…

Ancestral Cry Cultures around the world all have their own way to call to their ancestors in times of …

Early Divinations There are times in my life when the emotional chaos is such that I consult the inner oracle. …

Here Be Dragons Before we thought we knew our boundaries, early maps had the words “Here Be Dragons” along the …

At Wood’s Edge Often, the entrance to the woods looks inviting with the sunlight dappling and dancing on the grasses. …

Ashes and Embers: Inviting the Wolves to Draw Near Often while travelling in the wilderness, it is our instinct to …

Can we choose to continue down a path even though there are signs at every step along the trail, warning …

“Your mind and eyes are an immense silk cloth upon which all your thoughts and movements paint…”

“Inside this clay jug there are canyons and pine mountains….”

“I am running from every corner of this world and sky wanting to kiss you…”

“You, the great homesickness we could never shake off…”

“And you’d become the keening, the butterfly’s insistence…”

“I saw you dancing last night near the roof of this world…”

“…and the music and the echo of the music went out into the Void, and it was not void…”

“…And he showed to them a vision, giving to them sight when before there was only hearing…”

I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty.

The claims made upon us by the hard work of love are bigger than life and essential to our unfolding…

All things are the body of the violin, filled with murmuring darkness.