Lullaby

In 1976, while I was living in North Vancouver, I wrote “Lullaby”.  I composed it just before I went on the road working as a folk-singer for Whitefoot Entertainments.

So before the travel, the crowds and playing the Top 40, I wrote what I was fascinated with in music. The idea you could sing a note out to nature and nature would take the note out to the universe and back. I still believe in this.

Lullaby ©Katie Kidwell, 1976 SOCAN

Lullaby

Now when I see a crow fly
I sing out a lullaby
On his wings, the notes will fly
Lullaby – Lullaby

Crow played it for the forest gate
Said the trees:  “It’s not too late”
Softly the trees began to sigh
Lullaby – Lullaby

Water whispered to the air:
“Lullaby is very fair”
Youth like the stars heard earth reply
Lullaby – Lullaby

Returns the night, the black crow free
Hushing forest melodies
Remember the crow to those who fly
Lullaby – Lullaby
©Katie Kidwell, 1976 SOCAN

Lullaby was part of my 2017 Parkside Art Gallery Show. The album for this show also titled: “The Little Birds That Fly” can be listened to here at Soundcloud.

Let me know if you have any thoughts on this or experience you would like to share.

©Katie Kidwell, The Living Of Loving, 2019
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On Spring Break – A poem & A painting

In celebration of “Spring Break” happening in this part of the world, I am posting a seasonal poem.  I might add I wrote this poem when I was a spring chicken!

As you know, now is the time for seeds to be planted.  So wherever you are in the world – grow your love and spring into Life!

On a side note:  I will be away from my blog for the next three weeks, back April 8th.

The Poem

A FLOWER SEED REVEALING LIFE THAT DWELLS WITHIN

A flower seed
lies in the ground
and upon Heaven’s
pattering sound,
lifts open husky gates of Praise,
for the Life that dwells within.

Upward winding
through Mother Earth,
which gives it substance
gives it birth,
up to Father Light in the sky,
calling Life that dwells within.

Slowly peeping
through the soil,
spreading new arms in
happy toil –
it meets Air; the second birth
for the Life that dwells within.

Now meeting Day
it meets the one,
Who called it up? –
The yellow Sun;
warming soil, shinning Bliss,
helping Life that dwells within.

Then young tight leaves
are held at ease,
the little one
grows up in Peace;
knowing Garden all around
thanking Life that dwells within.

A nodding head, –
clean as the Dove,
the little seed with
its Natured Love,
gives Blossom perfect for the stem,
revealing Life that dwells within.

©Katie Kidwell, 1973
Previously published:  Northern Light, 1975

The Painting

“Waves To Go” w.c. study
©Katie, GWJ Creative Art

©Katie Kidwell, The Living Of Loving, 2019
GWJ Creative Art

Saddled and Gone

The Story

Sometime in the late sixties, The Star Weekly published a story about a woman who had been given a few months to live.  The magazine story focused on the fact that it was now 10 years and she was still alive and thriving! They wanted to know how she had done it and they wanted their Canadian readers to know about her choices.
 
I was a child then, and my Mother wanted me to know the story too.  Of how this woman had sold and rode away from everything, with a horse and a saddle.  I was fascinated with the newsmagazine’s large photo of her face.  I had never seen so many wrinkles before and she wasn’t even old.  Yet she had spent the last 10 years of her life sleeping on the ground with her horse.
 
I don’t remember the woman’s name only her face and big hat.  If you know of her let me know.  My question here is “Would it still work to do what she did?  Sell everything and buy a horse and a saddle and plan on sleeping on the ground?”  If you had a few months to live, what would you do different and what if it was the cure?
 
 I too have lost family members to cancer.  I know there are miracle survivors everyday we could all sing about.
Sometimes it’s a sad song when the miracle is to quickly leave the pain in the body.
I never forgot the story of this woman and the look of her face.  So years later I wrote a song to celebrate her with. It’s called Saddled and Gone.

The Song

Here are the lyrics to the song I wrote about her story and further down this page the recording:
 
Saddled and Gone
 
Did she pass on?  
Saddled and Gone?  
I like to sing her song…
Oh I oh…..
I…yi….yee…
 
She was one city girl with a fatal disease
A few months to live, so live as you please
Without any kids or a spouse
She sold her car and her house
 
“Goodbye job, Goodbye friends
I’ve bought a horse and we’ll be travelin”
Oh I oh…
I yi yee….
 
Under the stars
Sleep on the ground
‘Till winds wrinkle
Your face turns brown…
Oh I oh…
I yi yee…
 
Ten years went by and she was alive
Out went her tale along the news wire
And then my Mom read it to me
To a child, it’s no mystery
When your saddled and gone
Riding along
Your heart sings a thankful song
Oh I oh…
I yi yee…
 
Some tales I have heard, slip their way down
‘Least when I know it they circle around
And though it’s a tale from the past
I feel it is good and will last
Now did she pass on?
Saddled and gone?
Hawk and coyote sing her song…
Oh I oh…
I yi yee…
 
                  © Katie Kidwell, 1991     SOCAN
 
Here is the Tom Thompson acoustic recording of Saddled and Gone done in the mid 90’s.

Previously published as:  “Have you lost someone to cancer?”  True to You (no longer on-line)

©Katie Kidwell, The Living Of Loving, 2019
GWJ Creative Art

I Love Howard Lake

 

Katie @Howard Lake/painting
I love Howard Lake.  It is off the grid and there are no lights around the lake.
 
I put some of my father’s ashes on the lake there and later as I was to get out of the boat I mysteriously fell in…
 
You should know, I have received visitors there. The likes of Jonathan Livingston Seagull and for my friends who often listen to the earth…I once heard it there. I am afraid to describe it as I have yet to talk to them about what they heard…
Jonathan @ Howard
The fishing is great. Except the last fish I caught at Howard played dead and I’ve yet to figure out the significance of this. I let it go, at which point it came to life. Like I said, I Love Howard Lake!

Water Colour Paintings from Howard Lake

The Rhythm of Howard Lake #2
The Rhythm Of Howard Lake
The Spirit Of Howard Lake
Oneness

In the picture above “Oneness”, depending on your browser you may see an “orb”.  I did not put it there.  It showed up after drying on the back of the couch and while I was cooking supper in our motor home.  I have seen orbs in photo’s.  I did not expect to see one in a painting!

Do you have a favourite place to paint?   Here’s to your adventure painting!

©Katie Kidwell, 2018
GWJ Creative Art 

A Secret

The Story

This poem “The Secret” was in my mother’s Grade One Ontario Reader.  It was one of her favourite’s.  If you know who wrote it let me know.  I took the liberty of writing a lullaby for it many years ago.

For my 2017 Parkside Show “The Little Birds that Fly” I artistically arranged the poem on special paper in a special frame along with this painting, “The Cradle.”

The Painting

“The Cradle”
©GWJ Creative Art
water colour on Yupo

The Poem

A SECRET
(from the Ontario Readers First Book)

I know of a cradle, so wee and so blue,
Where a baby is sleeping this morning, —-do you?
I think he is dreaming the dearest of things —
Of songs and of sunshine, of tiny brown wings.
I’ll tell you a secret, — don’t tell where you heard, —
The cradle’s an egg, –and the baby’s a bird!

The Song “A Secret” (composed and recorded by Katie)

©Katie Kidwell, 2018 The Living Of Loving

©GWJ Creative Art

 

Sunflowers

“Sleeping with a sunflower under your pillow will permit you to know the truth of any matter”  (Old Folklore)

Watercolour by Katie @ Juniper

My post this week is on Sunflowers.  I know it’s the middle of January!  I awoke with sunflowers whispering in my ear so Sunflowers it is!

Photo’s of Sunflowers @ Splendor View Garden (where all my sketches of sunflowers originated)

The Heart Shape Leaf I So Adore

The leafs were always shaped like big hearts and the biggest one’s always asked:  “Place your hand here?”

 

Heritage Sunflower Seeds @ Splendour View

I only planted Sunflower seeds the first year.  Once established, they were the first seeds up in the spring!

I let the birds have the seed as I always knew they would drop some for next year.

I took care as I walked on the soil.  If I could spot them sprouting…and move them to one place…they would become big!

Once in awhile one would sprout under the Lovage and SURPRISE!!!!!

“In the middle of everything is
THE SUN.”
Nicholas Copernicus (1473-1543)
Polish astronomer

From The Eyes Of A Deer

Poetry from The Living Of Loving

I recently found this poem in an old steno book.  In 1995, I was four years away from living on the ranch and  now on 3 acres.  Musing about how the world would look from the eyes of a deer…a long time ago.

©GWJ Creative Art, 2019

From The Eyes Of A Deer

Have you ever wanted to travel
The fields of Yesteryear?
Just to see the way things looked…
Perhaps from the eyes of a deer?

When everything was wild
Wild and alone
In overlapping wonder
This Earth at Peace, at Home.

And silence so enchanting
The air of every note
Conducted from Divinity
The Master Heart has wrote.

Your senses filled to bursting
The return to Now you’ll dread
For hit with sudden living
You’ll recognize what’s dead.

©K, Kidwell, 1995

Travelling to Boston a few years ago I took this photo of Walden Pond where Henry D Thoreau loved to be.  I imagine he saw the world of yesteryear through the eyes of a deer and more.  Lucky are we that he wrote about his nature experience.

Thoreau’s Walden Pond

©Katie Kidwell, 2019, The Living Of Loving
Contact:  GWJ Creative Art

 

 

Weswisxe (Shuswap for Robin)

“Weswisxe” (Shuswap for Robin) water colour

     Today I was invited out for Moose Chile with the Canim Lake Elders! There I presented my painting and story about Weswisxe. Here is the story which follows the painting. Also a note of thank you at the end.

WESWISXE

by Katie Kidwell
(a story as shown in the painting)

The Great Spirit, the Father, lives in the sky and at night the Star People dance for him.

Silhouetted by the night, the Mother Robin sits on her nest like she is a mountain and her nest is the earth where life is born. Notice her chicks in the nest as valleys and hills, rivers and lakes.

When you see the mountain in the robin; she sees you with starlight in her eyes.   In the light of her beak her words are now a song.

The Father lives in the eyes of the Mother’s children. His light glows like the cool part of a flame. Together, in the nest, the Mother and Chicks are a living fire of Life. A campfire where the peoples of the Earth can gather and remember the star dance. The dance of flying over mountains in the breath of the Great Spirit; the dance of living and of being alive right here on Earth.

With twigs and with moss we build our nest…and live like a mountain.

©Katie Kidwell, 2018, Painting and Story.

My note on this: I am grateful to a Canim Lake Elder who expressed an interest in my painting: “Robin and Chicks” at my show, The Little Birds That Fly. There she told me the Shuswap name for Robin was “Weswisxe” and wrote it down for me. I promised her a painting with this name. The story came along for the ride and I am grateful to the wisdom of the Great Spirit in using every opportunity to reveal His presence. I trust I heard him right. If not, I will hear about it around the campfire…

 

 

A New Adventure

My blog today is a short story.  It is in response to a friend who was wondering if he would protest for democracy or the rights we have come to know and love in the free world.  I wrote this story to show where my heart would be.

Jonathan @ Howard

We live in a moment of Time.  Having shopped our circumstances; we are left with what’s hanging in the closet.  Or the blessing of not having one.  How naked is that?

We might take a cup of tea, or better yet, the makings for a dozen cups.  Imagine ourselves into a new adventure.  We can never change what is all too common now; the protests and the angry sounds of people dying on the street.

But out where the earth slips though our toes and where the nuts still hang for boiling, we may find each other wanting.  Yes, a bunch of vagabonds who know the tea is better when boiled with the nuts!

What will we say?

“Have you seen any birds today?”

“Has anyone seen a bee…a flower?”

I hear Rumi:

“Today he is going to fly me like a hawk.”

©Katie Kidwell, 2018 from “My Collection of Short Shorts”

The Tree That Grew From Rock

“The Tree That Grew From Rock” is a watercolor painting I splashed on last summer, from my belly boat on Crown Lake, at Marble Canyon Provincial Park.  This scene has fascinated me for years.  The tall column of rock with the lone tree on top.  In a zippered compartment of my belly boat I found the water stained pad of paper, from which I had tried to express in 2010, the poetry of the rock and it’s invitation to the tree and everything around.  So I have combined here the poem and the painting.  I highly recommend floating and creating together.

The Tree That Grew From Rock
(watercolor, Marble Canyon, Belly Boat)

Rock – Magnificent rock
Rock that hasn’t said
no trees
no bush
no cracks
no holes
Just rock
magnificent
saying
come tree, come bush
come crack, come hole
come be with me
together     magnificent

©Katie Kidwell, 2018  The Living Of Loving