Artist and Canvas

Portland Goddess Art Show 2012

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

Gratitude

I am thankful for all the relationships I have ever had, even the difficult one’s and the one’s that ended badly for without them I would not have had the experiences that have made me who and what I am.

I am thankful for rich dark coffee with raw sugar and whipping cream. 

I am thankful for the smell of leather.

I am thankful for the intimate times with partners, smelling and nuzzling the soft spot behind their ears, enjoying and sharing sacred and beautiful gifts together.

I am thankful to be allowed the freedom to be who I am.

I am thankful for the yummy chicken salad from my favorite deli.

I am thankful for chocolate.

I am thankful for the love of family and friends, for being able to celebrate both light times and dark times with them.

I am thankful for cold hard steel.

I am thankful for mud and memories and the desire to create new ones.

I am thankful for peaceful quiet in the alone times.

I am thankful for the sweet ambrosia of times with friends, sharing secrets, living, loving, and laughing.

I am thankful that I have been blessed with creativity.

I am thankful that I am able to self-reflect on who I am and who I want to be.

I am thankful for my totem, the mighty eagle. who gives me the strength to keep moving forward no matter how hard it is some days.

I am thankful for all the people that I have not met yet but will at some point in my life and what we will share with one another.

I am thankful for the smell of the woods, a rushing stream, the beauty of a field, and the sun, wind, and rain that keep them all nurtured and growing.

I am thankful for open honesty.

I am thankful for my words, my vision, my relationship with my goddess…my muse.

I am thankful that I get to be who I am.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

Mount Rainier

I grew up in the shadow of your majesty 

I was in awe of your splendor 

I have been humbled by your power 

I rejoiced in the folds of your meadows 

I shivered in the embrace of your glaciers 

I laughed at the joy of your vision 

I have beheld you in all hours of the day and night 

I have seen you in dark silhouette against a pink sky 

I have seen you glorious in the bright light of the sun 

I have seen you hiding in the wonders of the clouds and 

I have watched the moon rise above your glory 

You are ancient and quiet 

You are wise and peaceful 

You have power and the depth of unending eruptions within you 

You compel the wish to conquer by your very existence 

You evoke dreams of longing and passion in your shadows 

You came into existence millennia ago and support beautiful life all around you 

You are grace and beauty beyond compare 

There may be others bigger, brighter, more difficult to scale 

But you are the inspiration I grew up with and 

You will always be what I look for on the horizon. 

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

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The Key

There is a key to my hidden door.
The door that hides the secrets of my body.
The door that hides the secrets of my mind.

There is a key that unlocks my yearning.
The yearning that leads me into darkness.
The yearning that leads me into bliss.

There is a key to releasing my desires.
The desires that feed my soul with passion.
The desires that feed my hunger for pain.

There is a key to finding my heart
The heart that burns with a secret flame
The heart that yearns to soar at your touch.

There is a key to the heart of my darkness.
The darkness that leads to the light of compassion.
The darkness that releases all taboos, heals all wounds, and creates boundless joy.

There is a key… 

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

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Call of Darkness

Sensations take me further and further into the inky blackness
Soaring, floating, lost in the darkness of space
A quiet voice, the touch of a hand, tether me
Keep me in place.

The overwhelming expansion of my consciousness through pain
Out of control, confusion abounds, erratic thoughts
A simple command, breathing in unison
Calms my spirit.

The ecstatic travels taking me ever deeper through the layers of myself
Finding my core, finding you there inside of me
A luscious release, giving you all that I am
All that I have.

Now we are separate, traveling our own paths in the darkness
I am still me. Yearning for the darkness that is part of me
The touch of the whip, the cane, the knife, and the claws
Calling to me.


© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

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B A B A L O N

I Love You...

Love…what is it? Does it really matter?

I had a conversation with a friend recently who told me about a book she was reading and she said some things that were extremely profound to me.

The word love means so many things. There are so many kinds of love. Life is short and we never know when it will end or when we will part ways with someone that means something to us. Be courageous. Say, “I love you” every time you feel it, to everyone that you’re feeling it toward. Don’t worry about what “type” of love it is, just say it. Say it because you need to say it. Say it because someone needs to hear it. Don’t worry about it freaking out the person you’re saying it to. They need to hear it and you need to share it.

You may only ever have one chance to say it to someone and they need to know you felt that way about them at least once. It doesn’t matter if its friendship love, or romantic love, or spiritual love, or respect love, or any other kind. It’s love. Share it. Celebrate it. Acknowledge it. Revel in it. But most especially SAY IT.

It might prompt a conversation. It might confuse someone…but at some point, they will remember it and know that in that moment you respected them, cared for them, loved them and it may make all the difference in the world when that memory comes back to them.

I love you….

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

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