I attended my Pairings Event on July 26th at the Yarmouth County Museum on Collins Street in Yarmouth to read my two short stories I wrote for local artists, Ivan Blades and Carole Rogers. This is an annual event for writers and artists to get together and work. It was well attended and everyone enjoyed the art and food provided! Here's the paintings, short stories I wrote plus a few pictures of the event.
~There are also limited post-card editions available at the Museum for those who would like a copy for sharing or treasures. Hope you enjoy!
Dearest
Dearest,
It’s been almost four years. The last time I looked,
you were a little older grayer and worse off, maybe, than before. I realized
watching you are still hiding behind the mask you wore as a youth. The one I
fell for, head-over-heels. Do you remember those first summer days? Basking in
hot sun, watching the sea roll up to kiss your toes? Sneaking a peek at me over
a cup of coffee? The freedom of a
bridle-less ride on a white horse? So
many things that brought us together, nice and not so nice...
As I sit looking out my window, remembering every
word you ever said. There wasn't that many, after all. Phrases that meant the
most were never uttered. They burst forth in a vibration of caring that moved
the mind, body and spirit for each of us. Every embrace more entwined than the
last. Time has gone by. We are different now but still the same inside. A smile
crinkles up my lips. Believe that I know it’s still there. Don't think for a
moment it will ever stop. We build our relationship on that what we cannot touch
with our hands. Speak your truth, if that’s what you desire. No matter what is
said, love will return, every morning, in a brilliant white light.
@ BeverlyWells-Pinkney2014
Drum
Darkness. The white crescent moon hangs still in the
night sky. Pulling my sweater closer, I walk in silence down the twisted path.
The shadows of the forest never hampered my direction. After a few minutes, I
hear the ocean. Steadily it rolls in the salty air. Arriving on the beach, the
waters dance in the dim moon light. Putting a match to my all-ready prepared
pile of driftwood, the flames quickly engulfed the dry timbers, warming my
hands as I listened to the woods behind me moan in tune to the waves. Slowly my
friends began to arrive though the forest path, each drawn there for their own
reason. We talk of our time away from each other, bringing a mixture of
knowledge for reflection.
An owl hoots in the old black spruce as clouds pass
over. A prayer is offered to Mother Earth as we commence, vibrating the body,
mind and spirits of all participants. I start to tap my drum as the other
drummers begin. We blend in rhythmic tones. Our hearts combining as one was our
souls unite in a sacred bliss of rhythms. As we wind thru the journey of the
music, we all reach out to our Master, asking for direction, blending the love
and wisdom of ancient ancestors into harmony. Winding down to a soft tap of the
drum skin, we end our chant. After hugging, we part ways, again, leaving the
dying fire, each belonging to the Sun and Moon cycles, we all agree.
@BeverlyWells-Pinkney2014
