The Spirit, The Peace, The Love, Singleton Hippie Art

"Just Give Me Peace...

a mantra,

a song,

a silly little nursery rhyme

I sing~song over and over again...

Searching for the moment....

And then the dirt roads

opened,

wandered,

spilled over the roots of old trees

and footsteps of ghosts before me,

and led me to the River...

To the

dusty little heart of the Earth...

And there

on the banks of the Suwannee River...

we gathered ....

Kindred Spirits,

and sister loves...

Long legged deer swimming oblivious to our presence...

Owls and

a thousand

butterflies waiting to be born,

new friends,

old friends...

And the Music....

Wrapped in the Wanee....

Peace was the gift...

Much Thanks to All who brought me home again. To the Magic....

To my Sister Love for sparking the spirit and holding my hand, The Saint of all Hippies for leading the caravan and lighting the way, JayMagic for packing us up like the Clampetts and getting us safely there, Sweet Boyfriend of mine for smiling and making sure we had everything we needed, The Allman Brothers and the entire world of the Wanee Festival, the Spirit of the Suwannee Music Park for greeting us with opened arms, Steven for coffee and being such a good sport, The Boys for being the best neighbors, Donald, Trish, Victoria, Ray~ray, Semerton and Sheila for wildness, disco nights, roller coaster rides and Taxi rides...Theresa for the laughter in the wind....And to all....each and every soul, every tree and sapling that graced us, every animal, large and small that made room for us and welcomed us.... And to the River,~ the Goddess of it all, Much Peace, and Thanks....

Artwork (c) Singleton 2011

Cat Moon, Singleton Hippie Art

Cat Moon
(c) Singleton 2011

"It slithered,
climbed,
tip~toed up the live oaks,
dangled from the skinniest branches
and
then sat
purring,
licking it's paws,
lounging on the midnight blue sky above us....

The Full Moon
over My Wanee...."

"Words and Artwork (c) Singleton 2011
Painted in the dappled woods of the Suwannee River, off and on, over 10 days and 9 nights of the Moon rising....painted to the disco lights of campfires, flashlights, and the sound of things that go bump in the night, painted to the music of my soul wafting down the river....touching my spirit...my skin....my tent. 11 by 15" on Strathmore coldpress paper...Watercolors, markers, and spirit....And most of all Peace...

*Disclaimer....This was painted at the River...the dark murky smell of tea stained water, of the winds that carried the smoke signals of 40,000 kindred spirits have permeated the paper....And it's wonderful!

The First Night in the Woods

Moon over my Wanee,

over my tent,

over my spirit....

washing me,

rinsing me,

readying me

for

10 days of Peace....

I could have never imagined

the magic,

the moment,

the movement,

the music...

And

for once,

I didn't have to pretend....

When Hippies are Little....

I saw him on Thursday,

tossled hair

falling in

hippie swirls,

curls,

sunset colored...

two and a half years big

and smiling

crooked

and up to

something,

anything,

everything...

Saturday his smile was

jack-o-lantern huge and his little red head was pumpkin big...

He flew into my arms with batman wings,

legs flying wildly

and

wrapped me in Love...

The baby with the fresh haircut,

the little pink shoulders,

and the 'I'm a big boy now"

attitude

took two steps onto

my white washed porch and

said

"lets paint, Mimi".....

Cheers!

To three 'ephiphants',

two 'dophins'

and 'Georgia' and 'Praysley'....

And Love....

God, it grows....

Painted on a Saturday morning...chubby little fingers swirling, twirling, seeing.... And Mimi in her bedhead and thrown on jeans, watching, falling in love all over again.

(c) Singleton for the littlest hippie in our clan, 2011

Moon over my Hippie, Singleton Hippie Art

Moon Over My Hippie (c) Singleton 2010 "He laughed and slid one more beer across the bartop, Clink! It was late and we were the only ones left, teetering on the rickety bar stools, falling into each other's arms on the dusty dancefloor... whispering under the Disco lights of another Hippie Moon...." Because sometimes I do carry my paints to the bar...And sometimes it's just Magic...