Illustration – Little Light Trails Everywhere.

For the Givers of Light.

Have you ever noticed the individuals that quietly, and consistently spread light wherever they go?
I created this illustration as an acknowledgement, and a thank you to those that offer a gentle, authentic light to all of life around them.
They are subtle, always listening, and compassionate. Rather than give advise, they ask questions, leading others along the way to discover their own best solutions. Givers of Light live in each moment completely. They are devoted to the light in others, to either celebrate or add their own, to illuminate the way out of despair and confusion. They hold hands with greater good of the universe, and it beats their heart. They have the greatest laugh that can ignite your own in a moment.

Their patience and grace may seem effortless, but is hard won through personal trials and experience. They are courageous and gentle in their courage. They are authentic. They command no attention or approval, while fulfilling a valuable service to all others.
I thank and honor each quiet, unseen Giver of Light, for you lead the way for many out of fear, anger and ignorance. You are a constant set of twinkle lights all over the planet.
You are the greatest sense of the word “warrior.”

– I see you, and I Thank you all.

 

Painting – Resurrection of Fallen Warriors.

Print Available here, and here,

I chose a beautiful poem by Robin Decker to express the essence of my painting.

Hummingbird

by Robin Becker

I love the whir of the creature come
to visit the pink
flowers in the hanging basket as she does

most August mornings, hours away
from starvation to store
enough energy to survive overnight.

The Aztecs saw the refraction
of incident light on wings
as resurrection of fallen warriors.

In autumn, when daylight decreases
they double their body weight to survive
the flight across the Gulf of Mexico.

On next-to-nothing my mother
flew for 85 years; after her death
she hovered, a bird of bones and air.

About This Poem

“Inhabiting both earth and sky, birds serve, in many traditions, as emissaries from the afterlife, as they do in this poem. Here, I sought to combine the science of hummingbird metabolism, the cultural history of hummingbird mythology, and the personal history I associate with the bird. The words ‘visit,’ ‘resurrection’ and ‘hover’ contribute to the ‘otherworldly’ feeling hummingbirds generate in many who observe them.”
—Robin Becker

-Thank you

 

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