Gold and crimson hues dot the crisp estival leaves;
slender branches twist and nod in, for the long keeping.
Upon the lawns, pumpkins roll about in anticipation,
of maybe being the center of delight in some treat.

The days have been shortened by the early cast of twilight,
while overtones of purple hem the visages of sky and leaf.
Oncoming is the shift of an approaching new season;
the one of early morning chills and late afternoon snaps.

Deep reserves are stockpiled under the crowns and crevices;
being held together by the folds of the sweet nectar of bees.
Among the rifts, teensy life scurries and quickly closes down,
secretly tucking away their soft down covers and cradles.

Fairies go about mustering cerise sips and happy drops,
rapidly gathering pine needles like slender spider legs.
To spin together cobwebs for the blanketing of infinities;
all to the tune and step of the vermillion setting sun.
~ Lisa Rivas © 2012

watercolor with photo-composite – Nashville, TN  – USA • © Lisa Rivas – “Inflorescence with Spiders”
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“When our eyes see our hands doing the work of our hearts, the circle of Creation is completed inside us,
the doors of our souls fly open, and love steps forth to heal everything in sight.” ~ Michael Bridge

Semillita means “little seed”, and is the name of this doll. A beautiful “doll purse” given to me by my dear, dear, dear grandmother from Puerto Rico, and who also turned out to be my very first spiritual teacher.

I am a mixed bag, one part Hispanic the other side Swedish-American. Born in Boston, MA where I lived for my first few years and then moved overseas to be raised in Caracas, Venezuela. I went to a Catholic “all girl” School from grade school until I graduated from high school. It was fun! I learned to knit, sew and embroider, I was “the artist” of my class, and those were my interests, very simple ones. 

This propelled me to go to Design School and pursue a career in the Arts. I had no concept of making an income, since my mother didn’t and my father thought that women don’t need to hold jobs, if “the man of the house” could afford it. Consequently my perception of making an income is very distorted and in a strange way it continues to be even though I have worked my whole life, …and as a self-employed artist! That was how I lead my life, quietly striving and feeling that my income had no merit, since I shouldn’t be working.

For a few years now (about a decade or so), and specially after my mother’s death, I have started questioning about where does this absurd perception of life lead us to. There has to be more to this story, than just continuously cranking out paintings and designs for the public and silently looking away at the income.
I finally stopped! …and someone told me to observe my own breathing… and eventually I found myself thinking in a more self-realized way, and I felt less alone… I even wondered why?

I understand now. Today, I do things more in tune with the intuitive plane, and one of living the path for the present moment. I conscientiously see myself make things; of turning these same creations around, and have them look at each other. I’m realizing there is a silent and peaceful drama taking place right in front of my eyes. It is the deep world of acceptance, love and growth.

Here I present a glimpse of how this can be… as Semillita watches,
“the dance of the red seeds and flying leaves”

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