Patricia Trautman Fine Art

Mother

To be born, to be held
by that which wishes to live
more than it wants
life for itself.

to be fed, to be sung to,
to be named into song;

to be breathed-for
to be caught before falling,

to be loved
to be loved that much;
and held in no debt

to be served
no receipt, no billable hours

all the days,
all the years
that have passed in a blink

all the coats and shoes
worn and outgrown,
colourful, uncountable

Oh, mother is
a stiller of storms.
a scatterer of clouds!

Oh Mother is
a roof that lifts
for no wind!

By Victoria Adukwei Bulley

I am so grateful to TreeSisters] and for choosing one of my paintings to be exhibited at the Mother Tree Collective Art Exhibition- Women Artists Creating for the Trees.

This painting was created with so much love and energy using a palette knife. A homage to this beautiful tree I visit almost everyday and spend time communing with

Please visit the exhibit all proceeds with help TreeSisters] wonderful work 🙏🏼🤍🌳🌎

Happy Earth Day 🌎

I went to the tree and lied down in-between her roots. 

I slept for a while until I felt my flesh melt away into the earth. 

Down I melted, deep into her soil, and I spread out all around the tree and into the surrounding area. 

I went deeper and deeper, and it was dark and cold. 

After a while I felt a warm light calling me upwards. 

I felt myself drawn to it, so I followed up, up, up. 

Quite some time passed, but I knew I was on a journey.

I kept traveling up and up. 

When I could see there was light,
I unfolded myself and felt a re-birth within me. 

I realized I was a leaf that had just opened at the end of a branch of a tall tree. 

I could feel the sun helping me along my journey, and as I looked around I could see 
my sisters unfolding next to me as leaves on the same tree. 

- TheGoddessTree.com

Mother Earth is Alive in Each of Us