missing my Mom again – realized her B- day is coming up and we always use to go to the apple orchard together. sigh.then I was scribbling another graphite doodle and a strange Mrs. Momma Bird with worm food for her babies appeared.such is life.
yvonca bird doodle
thanks for the smoochies. :))
This is a very glamorous bird and wonderfully practical also – warm lovely thoughts
ha ha Glamorous. never thought of that. Thank you for the great comment Karen. :)
What an amazing experience Yvonca. I totally understand how you feel, I lost my mother at an early age and I miss her greatly but I see her everywhere if that makes sense.
yes, it does John. and I am sorry for your loss too. funny how this stuff can surface. I think all of us, boys and girls, men and women – all will always need a mothering touch at times – because a Mother’s love is pure and tender, protective and yet fierce for our highest development. and we are at our best living in connection with that. Thank you greatly for causing me to formulate my thoughts here. I needed to hear myself say this.xx.
Oh, sweet sigh.What a long shadow she casts…
ha ha yes. a life long shadow. My Mom would laugh at this one with the bumpy beak- she had a bump in her own beak from a fall. thanks xx.
Yahooowee!! Thank you so MUCH. Most appreciated!!
youz is good
Thanks Hon :))
The only way i knew you was your eyesthat looked my waythe same way when first you held mebefore the chord was cutThey always brimmedfull of understandingEven when I couldn’t understand myselfyour feathers frayedwings clippedknees genuflectingto the arthritic realityyour beak twistedfrom foraging answersto all the questions i poseyour entrails spreadon your bellies floorwhile your druidic eyesexamine them to seewhat the future holdsbut still your eyes are full of comfortknowing they heldso much love for meand i miss the momentsthat they stared at meand spoke without soundsaying I love you so.
ohhh. . . . I love this piece. so much truth. She held me all the way to the hospital, cord intact. I was born naturally in the back seat of the car, two weeks late (but right on time). My Mother always said it was her easier, quickest labor. Said she waited and waited and all of a sudden within a half hour I burst on the scene. Ripe peach, right off the tree. Thank you so dearly for this gift Tim, I love it. xx.
I just reread this. love it. Your muse guides you to pick up so much detail. I had had it out with her 15 years before she died. I told her exactly how I felt about her failing me so miserably as a child/teen. After we had both said our piece, forgiveness cleared the wreckage, there’s was nothing between us and we were knit together.My Mom had a great quietness about her and we could just be in each other’s company without speaking, a quenching. I find that rare. I’ve known that with no one else. She had a way of greeting me so warmly that will always be a voice in my mind, she enjoyed me, she approved of me, she was so proud of me, she was unconditionally for me. I savored 15 years of friendship with her.I don’t know what the rules are about death, but she came and visited me right after she died. Without a word, she softly reached her hand out and placed it on my heart and looked at me with love. And it was like all the love she had for me flooded and infused my soul and filled me. Like she and God said you will need this to sustain you in the coming trials. changed me. Transpired through eyes of love, and so you see the accuracy of your muses guidance. A dear warm thanks for your generousity Tim. xx.
I love this. A gorgeous work and wonderful tribute. Your work shows you have great fun doing it.
Thanks so much Bunny, i do love these automatic sketches that one never knows what the finished piece will look like. Appreciate your comment. :))
Wonderful doodles. I like to just draw ‘automatically’ too.
yes, you just never know why will emerge. :))) keeps things interesting. Thanks for your thoughts Cindy.
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