Wednesday, November 27, 2013


'Passage' oil pastel, charcoal,  28x33"   Kathleen Faulkner

The river glides in silence.
The night is deep, like a
  loving mother.
A silence goes back and forth
  through the marsh.

The same silence that was here
in my shack waiting for me.
  It was always here.

I was gone so long, now
the silence is so much deeper, and
  I sink down into it.

The sadness I met in the world 
  falls away from me.
One by one my dreams return.

Robert Sund  from 'Shack Medicine'