The Great Spirit

It’s raining on the plains. An all too rare event that comes when we need it so desperately to help plants grow.  It seems that just when we despair that drought will persist, a miracle appears in the form of a storm. Sometimes it’s that way in life too. Every so often when we abandon hope or find ourselves in an untenable situation, the Creator unexpectedly places a storm in our path. Chaotic and powerful, it kicks up the dust but also clears the path for the blessings ahead. Storms nourish our spiritual hearts, so that we too, like the prairie plants, can grow. We just need to trust in the timing of the Great Spirit. Sold to a collector in Kansas.

Soft Morning at Fossil Lake

I live on the shores of Fossil Lake, a small area of water that attracts lots of migratory birds, including Canadian geese, pelicans and cranes. I’ve always admired how they fly over the lake with the single-minded purpose of just being. Each day they go out and soar. This painting reminds us that every morning is a new promise, for we are meant to overcome and thrive. It features native stone and iron, symbols of personal strength. Sold to a collector in Kansas City.