On a sunny day my thoughts are lifted high
Stretched relaxed peacefully adrift in an azure sky
High pressure is my delight!
On a cloudy day my thoughts plummet to the earth
Heavy leaden weights of dusty sorrow bereft of mirth
Low pressure is my fright.
On a warm summer day my pain melts I feel strong
I love to play to work to laugh and sing many a happy song
In summer my world is right!
On a winter day I ache and I suffer from cabin fever
I read I write I contemplate and wait for warmer weather
Winter is my personal plight.
On a quiet day when the wind is still my soul and spirit rest
I gather strength from the atmosphere I am safe in Spirit’s nest
Still days are my source of Might.
On a blustery day when the wind howls sweeping the earth
I hunker down to wait my faith is tested I rely on my second birth
On a windy day I hold faith tight!
I am a finely tuned instrument subject to the atmosphere I measure
Pulled up pushed down lifted rested then tested by outside pressure
A thermometer an emotional barometer!
I am intrinsically sensitive excruciatingly aware of the invisible forces
The Spiritual Breath that animates the living sets all things on their courses
A sensitive a spiritual winds anemometer.
I am purposed to gather atmospheric information and package it as art
I am a natural-emotional –spiritual-data-base predicting weather is my part
The information I gather is to share.
I ruminate I correlate I paint I write I create and present my data in a poem
I am a creative this is what I do the way I communicate Truth in teal ocean foam
An artist’s call lays the heart bare!
joyindestructible 
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Love the description of the artist through the seasons (and seasons of life).
How’s the weather in your neighborhood by the way? Is it still pretty cold?
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I just read this to my husband and he loved it because ir is me.:0) I made him laugh and that’s always good. I was able to go outside a little for the first time today. It wasn’t warm enough for me to stay out long but it felt good to be able to breath warm fresh air and hear the birds sing. I saw my doc today about a treatment I read about. He wants to help me, not hurt me and I can tell he’s getting a little nervous about treating my rare disease. I need to find a doctor with some experience with cryo that he can at least, consult. I’m a little overwhelmed so please, don’t stop praying. If I’m not around as much it will be because I’m focused on trying to find a way to put this into remission. I tried plowing through for the last year or so but I’m really going to have to focus on my health for awhile. Thank you for all of your support Jim.
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I’ll keep you continiously in my prayers Pam for your health and walk with the Lord
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“In summer my world is right…….Winter is my personal plight.” Love this line and how you capture all the seasons through an artist’s brilliant mind. Thanks for sharing this Pam. I enjoyed reading your posts.
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Thank you, Joel. My husband loved this poem. It made him laugh because he’s lived through so many seasons with a sensitive, a creative, an artist.:0)
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Who wouldn’t love it, it’s beautiful. Thanks too for making me smile. Have a great weekend.
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You too, Joel. Spring is coming and those creative fires burn hottest in spring! :0)
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Nothing beats summer but spring is its gateway. Looking forward to more of your writings Pam , spring, winter, summer or fall. 🙂
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Beautifully written. You’re heroine is in tune with her environment. Sorry to go off subject, this poem reminded me of my neck and how my pain spikes depending on the weather. An odd thought in relation to this piece?
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No, not odd at all. I am acutely attuned to the weather. I’m very affected by levels of sunlight, length of days and now, with cryoglobulinemia temperature rules my life. If any part of my body drops below normal body temp the result is pain and if exposed to real cold for long, it could kill me. So…I get it. We’re all affected by the weather. We’re part of the natural world no matter what we do to separate ourselves from it. However, I think we creative types are more in tune with our surroundings than those less tapped in to their creative side. I think of Van Gogh’s Starry Night, in which he actually depicted the energy waves emitted from stars that are now visible with high powered telescopes. Poor Vincent, he was an excruciatingly sensitive instrument.
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Your comments are so beautiful and poetic. People are in tune with the environment. And perhaps people with our pains are more in tuned. Yeah, Vincent was sensitive. I like to think his greatness oringinated in his sensitivity
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My grandmother raised me on Van Gogh. I have a deep connection with his work. He like me, was a professional amateur artist who received no monetary award or societal acclaim for his work. However, in his state of anonymity, he was able to produce the kind of work that became famous and speaks loudly across generations by its own merit. I hope somewhere, that kind of work is being produced now. Art has become so perverted in our culture. We measure worth monetarily and miss the boat on real value. Vincent was very sensitive and the story of his life also, speaks as true art speaks. It’s not easy to be a creative and stay true to our purpose.
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This is so true. You go to art galleries here in New York and see dog poop as a work of art. Somewhere an undiscovered toils and creates the brilliant works that will be admired long after he is gone. Doesn’t seem fair. How would Vincent feel to know his work is priceless? And your last statement is so true. Today so many sell out and forget their original purpose.
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I think he knows and is very happy that finally, he is understood. I think acclaim would have been too much for him to bear.
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You think so??
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Reblogged this on joyindestructible and commented:
I haven’t been writing for awhile and I’m republishing this as a way to remind myself of what I am and what God has created me to do. I hope it resonates with my fellow creatives.
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