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Holistic Psychiatrist

Hold Lightly

Hold Lightly

Hold lightly to life,Like a ball,That rises and falls. Let it roll,As you stroll.Sharing, as you go. Hold lightly to love,Like the breath,On the notes of a song. Let it flow,Come or go,Trust where it belongs. Alice W. Lee

Homesick

Art by Gabriel Dawe, Exhibition called Wonder, Smithsonian American Art Museum, Renwick Gallery

Captured light Art by Gabriel Dawe, Exhibition called Wonder, Smithsonian American Art Museum, Renwick Gallery I want to be home. I have been gone.Stuck in time.Working with matter.Bound to thingsLost and cold. I want to be light.Freed from this night.Know my soul.Moving as love.Be the essenceOf eternity formed. I want to be me.Heaven beneath my […]

Unlikely Places

A chair from the cliff--the nature of gifts and gifts from nature.

The gift of oneself A chair from the cliff–the nature of gifts and gifts from nature. It was vibrating at the plane of shame and pain.He explained its nature and illustrated its effects.“The more I love someone, the more I criticize them.” (How curious to find this cactus by this forgotten lane…) He taught, “We […]

Chipped China Cup

Chipped China Cup

Middle-aged, with curly, graying hair,she enters my practice because of her despair.Layers of fat beneath her floral dress,her eyes cast a shadow on all they rest. “I was never perfect enough for my mother.”“Last night I dreamed I was fighting a tiger.”“I refuse to talk to my husband so we use notes.”“There were too many […]

At the Gate

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In memory of love without barriers and barriers that reveal love Together, inside our walled garden, by the red gate.December in Taipei, Taiwan.  Mimosa, courtyards, and luggage.The air is always warm.  The sunset casts bronze light and black shadows.My grandmother and I stand close, but talk of parting. She is fifty and steps gingerly, on […]

The Ballerina

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The horcrux of love, freedom, and creativity 16 years old, 8½ by 11 paper, a 14-pan watercolor set,and a pin-point of hair on a small brush.Dab, dad, dab, dad, David, dab, dad, David…Painting L’air Du Temp’s ad of a ballerina—a floating angel of swirling vibrant color.Light from a window shines on her black hair,illuminating her, […]