the night the stars fell

Rest from the pandemic with a moment of peace from the inimitable sacred art painter, Gretchen Del Rio.

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watercolor 4/2020

There is a traditional Lakota story. It is told that a beautiful woman appeared and gave the tribes profound teachings. She gave them seven sacred ceremonies to protect Mother Earth and the ceremonial pipe. After imparting the wisdom she transformed into a white buffalo calf. To this day the white buffalo remains a symbol of that mystical appearance of ‘White Buffalo Calf Woman.’

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keeper of the dream time

Another peace-filled painting from Gretchen Del Rio. A healing post for today ….

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watercolor 5 x 7 4/2020

The Bear is the keeper of the dream time, and stores the teachings of dreams until the dreamer wakes up to them. Many Native American tribes have called this space of inner-knowing the Dream Lodge, where the death of the illusion of physical reality overlays the expansiveness of eternity.

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sister to the seventh moon

Ah! Gretchen’s narrative statement on this sweet painting puts me in mind of this week’s Wednesday Writing Prompt .. .

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watercolor 2/2020

‘She lost herself in the trees among the ever-changing leaves. She wept beneath the wild sky as stars told stories of ancient times. The flowers grew towards her light, the river called her name at night. She could not live an ordinary life with the mysteries of the universe hidden in her eyes.’

    …..Martine

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stands and waits

A moment of beauty and peace with stellar artist, Gretchen Del Rio.

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watercolor 8/2019

Standing in shallow water upon long thin legs. Standing and waiting for prey. Herons wait for their prey to come to them. They do not chase down their meal. Always works very well. I have spent hours watching herons standing and waiting. Not boring at all because I’m watching a master fisher. Make a noise and they are likely to take to the air and fly slowly and majestically away looking like a prehistoric reincarnation. A picture of Zen……so still and present. My dog Buddha tried but was never able to catch a heron. He used to crash through the underbrush toward the wader. No brainer. Buddha always lost. He was, however, a very excellent ground squirrel catcher. He would hug the ground and almost imperceptibly advance toward the squirrel colony. At a certain distance he would make his final thrust in a burst of speed. His technique…

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