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On this page I am sharing with you some of my journal entries and some paintings or drawings that relate to thoughts or experiences recorded in the journals. As the paintings are always very personal the writing is even more so. But I would like to believe that my experiences are often universal also. I appreciate your thoughts and feedback through my contact page.
May16th.08 Le Petit Prince I played a game with this little yellow bird today. He was so pretty, never seen him before: He was bright yellow with a red cap, black wings with white stripes. it must have been his wedding outfit - so spectacular So, he was hopping around various places to drink from the water splashing into the pond, in competition with the bees swarming around, thirsty so thirsty and of course the goldfish below the surface looking up at him This little bird definitely noticed me, how nice for a change to be noticed. He let me come pretty close, he knew I loved him, talked with him, and adored him: the beautiful prince of my garden here and now. Then he started playing this game; making passes at me in the garden left to right, right to left, wush can you see me? Always making sure I watched him. I asked: where is your wife? You are so pretty - I am sure you have a little wife somewhere? He ignored the question and kept flirting with me. Then he went too far: to my vegetable patch nearby where I had just sown some lettuce covered with chicken wire to protect the seeds from hungry birds; he tried to go under the wire to get the seeds. I was not worried about the seeds but more that he would get caught in the wires - Blackfoot my cat was lurking - and my prince was so beautiful. What a sucker I am for beauty and life. I shooed him away, for the day he was gone I wanted to take a picture of him, but my batteries are dead. They are charging right now and tomorrow is another day. I hope to see him again. I am in love with the yellow bird with the red cap. It could be worse…..
June12th 2008 The first thing I do every morning in the summer time after getting up before I have my coffee and feed Blackfoot.: I go outside in the garden, This morning is total perfection: the stillness is ripe like a seed pod about to burst. I hear a bird singing his morning song, the river is mumbling, rushing and on his way to Texas, There is no time, all is in this moment and I am part of it like a swimmer in the ocean. I am that drop in the ocean. I see everything different this moment: the leaves on the apricot tree are shining in all colors, the lilies have just opened their blossom for the day, their eagerness to be all they are is - breathtaking. Here comes the first bee on her morning run the day starts to get busy….There is the sun – east of the moon	the Gift
September 9 2008 The air is cool, and not just in the mornings, I have this wonderful feeling of change into another season. Not that I am ever getting tired of the sunshine - but the rains, the dark clouds moving in the afternoon across the sky are just too spectacular not to like. In my studio I have this incredible bunch of Dahlias I received for $10.00 from a good looking farmer with a pony tail at the new Farmers Market in Santa Fe, To paint or not to paint - such a wild bunch - some look like they are having a “bad hair day” one is a ripe brownish red with some yellow, all tussled up and looking a little confused, her sister shines in all her glorious whites and violets with a yellow center. And there are the virginal white ones untouched and oh so proud. And there is the “Hello Yellow” one, not to be questioned about why she is here at all. They are all definite attention catchers and I am paying attention, I am painting them or trying to anyway. What is this about I ask: the movement in the leaves the color, yes the colors, glorious and challenging. So I am making a mess on the little panels I chose to paint on. I like the flat unresponsive surface of the panels it gives me a different texture and changes my way of working, making me not so sure at all about what I am doing. I like that. It is like jumping off a cliff. I have done that often and am in it for the thrill of it. Yes I can! Maybe not – so well.	Dahlias 3 and 4
09.20.08 Farewell to Summertime I was working outside today, in the garden. of course, there is much to do before the winter: gathering leaves, cutting the grassy clover patch trimming and transplanting bringing in some of the plants to live in the little studio for the next months Still feeling the sun on my back, the rain clouds have a rendezvous in the sky rain starts and stops and starts up again playing this game of hide and seek with me. I could get nostalgic and I am the summer is gone. Winter seems so cold and hostile at least from this vantage point, Listen to the birds sing a song of gratitude I want to learn from them a grasshopper leaping to find another meal somewhere the plants are going to seed I sense richness in this moment of closure. Busy, but I stop a moment to take notice of the change I can almost see the color of the leaves change as I look a while ago a few hours ago, there were still green no? Now they are yellow. Is this time warp or my imagination of both? I planted some pretty tulips, something to put to bed so I can wake up in a few months adoring the pretty pastel colored tulips. Dream time – I make a fire inside. Blackfoot, so in the moment, happily settles down on his favorite chair. He stretches out in front of the wood stove with gratitude – he too… The best place to be in the next few months. Farewell summertime when the living is easy.	Ripening oil 41x50"
09.21.08 “Feel the Wings You have Grown” Searching the distance between the stars I have grown wings in my sleep Traveling through darkness Fearless To find what I have lost long ago I do not remember what I am looking for But I know it is for me to find A feathered wing soft and strong Caressing me with love Slicing through darkness holding me Guiding me To find what I have lost Long ago. Here on earth The sun still warm on my back My hands are digging in the soil To plant new hope: two-lips To sing the first song of new life After winter has gone I am preparing to find what I have lost long ago	Moon sliding out of the Shadow oil 14x14"
January 27 2009 Clarity The sun rises thru the mist There is a little snow on the ground It came quietly during the night Now, in the sunlight a beautiful blanket of purity Sparkling Covering all dead things and despair Distant hills - Someday I will climb them - Hills veiled like a bride Smiling This moment full of beauty and promise A new day Everything is possible Again If I can keep my faith If I can look with compassion and understanding Forgiveness Garima can forgive herself Yes I say
09.29.08 Butterfly fly fly The sun lights up the golden yellow of the chamisa in full bloom! a glorious color: like gold leaf in a medieval painting or a Russian icon. Sacred it is, the chamisa. It is not only covered with the golden color of heaven the bush is also covered with Monarch butterflies! Covered, as I walk close to take a picture they fly up in the air, a swarm of them, but quickly sensing my good intention or just drunk with joy, they settle down again onto the golden branches. And imagine behind all that the blue sky! As if that was not enough for one day for me to be happy about, another gift came along: my little yellow bird with the red cap and black and white striped wings, he said hello, The prince of my garden said hello, nibbled on the willow tree going back and forth in his typical fashion to make me watch him and then flew away again. A bientôt mon ami!
Gold upon Blue A door opened Heart - breaking into the wind A thousand pieces flying to the stars Seeking joy in a million places Gold upon blue Circle of wisdom Mind not knowing Body still Heartbeat expanding to the Universe One for this moment Gold upon Blue A touch of wings
05.01.09 May snow drops in my garden the lilac is in bloom! Not in years have I been blessed with lilacs. the day goes well I am happy river rushing with snow melt sun feels warm and loving on my shoulders. the sweet air is filled with bird songs a dog passes by Blackfoot the cat runs inside to hide. I am fine so fine springtime
05.09.09 To Fly setting sun in the blue sky a touch of pink along the horizon the golden glow growing stronger and stronger filling that empty place in my heart that place that has been hurting and wanting. vigilance stay in the moment the best I know how. I look up into the sky so many birds flying with nowhere to go but here darkness sets in a wondrous thing to fly.

brigitte

brüggemann

nature journals

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On this page I am sharing with you some of my journal entries and some paintings or drawings that relate to thoughts or experiences recorded in the journals. As the paintings are always very personal the writing is even more so. But I would like to believe that my experiences are often universal also.

I appreciate your thoughts and feedback through my contact page.

May16th.08

Le Petit Prince

I played a game with this little yellow bird today. He was so pretty, never seen him before: He was bright yellow with a red cap, black wings with white stripes. it must have been his wedding outfit - so spectacular
So, he was hopping around various places to drink from the water splashing into the pond, in competition with the bees swarming around, thirsty so thirsty and of course the goldfish below the surface looking up at him
This little bird definitely noticed me, how nice for a change to be noticed. He let me come pretty close, he knew I loved him, talked with him, and adored him: the beautiful prince of my garden here and now.
Then he started playing this game; making passes at me in the garden left to right, right to left, wush can you see me? Always making sure I watched him.
I asked: where is your wife? You are so pretty - I am sure you have a little wife somewhere? He ignored the question and kept flirting with me.
Then he went too far: to my vegetable patch nearby where I had just sown some lettuce covered with chicken wire to protect the seeds from hungry birds; he tried to go under the wire to get the seeds. I was not worried about the seeds but more that he would get caught in the wires - Blackfoot my cat was lurking - and my prince was so beautiful.
What a sucker I am for beauty and life. I shooed him away, for the day he was gone
I wanted to take a picture of him, but my batteries are dead. They are charging right now and tomorrow is another day.
I hope to see him again.
I am in love with the yellow bird with the red cap. It could be worse…..

June12th 2008

The first thing I do every morning in the summer time after getting up before I have my coffee and feed Blackfoot.: I go outside in the garden,
This morning is total perfection: the stillness is ripe like a seed pod about to burst. I hear a bird singing his morning song, the river is mumbling, rushing and on his way to Texas,
There is no time, all is in this moment and I am part of it like a swimmer in the ocean.
I am that drop in the ocean. I see everything different this moment: the leaves on the apricot tree are shining in all colors, the lilies have just opened their blossom for the day, their eagerness to be all they are is - breathtaking.
Here comes the first bee on her morning run the day starts to get busy….There is the sun – east of the moon

the Gift

September 9 2008
The air is cool, and not just in the mornings,
I have this wonderful feeling of change into another season. Not that I am ever getting tired of the sunshine - but the rains, the dark clouds moving in the afternoon across the sky are just too spectacular not to like.
In my studio I have this incredible bunch of Dahlias I received for $10.00 from a good looking farmer with a pony tail at the new Farmers Market in Santa Fe,
To paint or not to paint - such a wild bunch - some look like they are having a “bad hair day” one is a ripe brownish red with some yellow, all tussled up and looking a little confused, her sister shines in all her glorious whites and violets with a yellow center. And there are the virginal white ones untouched and oh so proud. And there is the “Hello Yellow” one, not to be questioned about why she is here at all.
They are all definite attention catchers and I am paying attention, I am painting them or trying to anyway. What is this about I ask: the movement in the leaves the color, yes the colors, glorious and challenging.

So I am making a mess on the little panels I chose to paint on. I like the flat unresponsive surface of the panels it gives me a different texture and changes my way of working, making me not so sure at all about what I am doing.
I like that.
It is like jumping off a cliff. I have done that often and am in it for the thrill of it.

Yes I can! Maybe not – so well.

Dahlia 4

Dahlias 3 and 4

09.20.08

Farewell to Summertime

I was working outside today,
in the garden. of course,
there is much to do before the winter:
gathering leaves, cutting the grassy clover patch
trimming and transplanting
bringing in some of the plants to live in the little studio for the next months
Still feeling the sun on my back,
the rain clouds have a rendezvous in the sky
rain starts and stops and starts up again
playing this game of hide and seek with me.
I could get nostalgic and I am
the summer is gone.
Winter seems so cold and hostile at least from this vantage point,

Listen to the birds sing
a song of gratitude I want to learn from them
a grasshopper leaping to find another meal somewhere
the plants are going to seed
I sense richness in this moment of closure.

Busy, but I stop a moment to take notice of the change
I can almost see the color of the leaves change as I look
a while ago a few hours ago, there were still green no?
Now they are yellow. Is this time warp or my imagination of both?

I planted some pretty tulips,
something to put to bed so I can wake up in a few months
adoring the pretty pastel colored tulips.
Dream time – I make a fire inside.
Blackfoot, so in the moment, happily settles down on his favorite chair.
He stretches out in front of the wood stove with gratitude – he too…
The best place to be in the next few months.

Farewell summertime when the living is easy.

Ripening

oil 41x50"

09.21.08

“Feel the Wings You have Grown”

Searching the distance between the stars
I have grown wings in my sleep
Traveling through darkness
Fearless
To find what I have lost long ago

I do not remember what I am looking for
But
I know it is for me to find
A feathered wing soft and strong
Caressing me with love
Slicing through darkness holding me
Guiding me
To find what I have lost
Long ago.

Here on earth
The sun still warm on my back
My hands are digging in the soil
To plant new hope:
two-lips
To sing the first song of new life
After winter has gone

I am preparing to find what I have lost long ago

Moon sliding out of the Shadow

oil 14x14"

January 27 2009

Clarity

The sun rises thru the mist
There is a little snow on the ground
It came quietly during the night
Now, in the sunlight a beautiful blanket of purity
Sparkling
Covering all dead things and despair

Distant hills -
Someday I will climb them -
Hills veiled like a bride
Smiling

This moment full of beauty and promise
A new day
Everything is possible
Again

If I can keep my faith
If I can look with compassion and understanding
Forgiveness
Garima can forgive herself
Yes I say

09.29.08

Butterfly fly fly

The sun lights up the golden yellow of the chamisa in full bloom! a glorious color: like gold leaf in a medieval painting or a Russian icon. Sacred it is, the chamisa.

It is not only covered with the golden color of heaven the bush is also covered with Monarch butterflies! Covered, as I walk close to take a picture they fly up in the air, a swarm of them, but quickly sensing my good intention or just drunk with joy, they settle down again onto the golden branches. And imagine behind all that the blue sky!

As if that was not enough for one day for me to be happy about, another gift came along: my little yellow bird with the red cap and black and white striped wings, he said hello, The prince of my garden said hello, nibbled on the willow tree going back and forth in his typical fashion to make me watch him and then flew away again. A bientôt mon ami!

Gold upon Blue

A door opened
Heart - breaking into the wind
A thousand pieces flying to the stars
Seeking joy in a million places
Gold upon blue
Circle of wisdom
Mind not knowing
Body still
Heartbeat expanding to the Universe
One for this moment
Gold upon Blue
A touch of wings

05.01.09

May

snow drops in my garden
the lilac is in bloom!
Not in years
have I been blessed
with lilacs.

the day goes well
I am happy
river rushing with snow melt
sun feels warm and loving on my shoulders.

the sweet air is filled with bird songs
a dog passes by
Blackfoot the cat runs inside to hide.

I am fine so fine
springtime

05.09.09

To Fly

setting sun in the blue sky
a touch of pink along the horizon
the golden glow growing stronger and stronger
filling that empty place in my heart
that place that has been hurting and wanting.
vigilance
stay in the moment the best I know how.

I look up into the sky
so many birds flying with nowhere to go but here
darkness sets in
a wondrous thing
to fly.