The Altar of this Moment

As I set off walking the dog this morning there was a quiet stillness in the air and the sky was on fire. We went down the hill to the beach. Kuri loves the beach its something about the vital energy there that seems to bring out her inner puppy and she plays in the washed… Continue reading The Altar of this Moment

To love again.

“Into the Light” – Punakaiki West Coast, oil on canvas, 37 x 75cm I spent three days waiting in the pouring rain for some sun, early the next day I was returning to Wellington. Right at the end of the last day there was light – just for an hour, but it was magic…..it was… Continue reading To love again.

When the Heart

When the heart Is cut or cracked or broken Do not clutch it; Let the wound lie open. Let the wind From the good old sea blow in To bathe the wound with salt, And let it sting Let a stray dog lick it, Let a bird lean in the hole and sing A simple… Continue reading When the Heart

If you wish…

“if you wish to know the divine, feel the wind on your face and the warm sun on your hand” ~ Jack Kornfield My latest painting in the Woodpecker Bay series “Sunrise Tides” – oil on canvas, 20x40cm. You can see more of my paintings at http://www.ianhamlin.co.nz

Being Seen

The magic of Whangapoua beach in the Coromandel and David Whyte…. SECOND SIGHT Sometimes, you need the ocean light, and colors you’ve never seen before painted through an evening sky. Sometimes you need your God to be a simple invitation not a telling word of wisdom. Sometimes you need only the first shyness that comes… Continue reading Being Seen

Transitory Nature….

“Here Today…” – oil on canvas, 200x400mm We’re on the road to Whangapoua. Rongotea Road as it happened. I couldn’t go past without a quick stop to visit my Dad where we’d left him last…. A rock solid reminder of a life lived, over in the blink of an eye it feels like. Here today…gone… Continue reading Transitory Nature….

Rain

Rain – Hone Tuwhare I can hear you making small holes in the silence rain If I were deaf the pores of my skin would open to you and shut And I should know you by the lick of you if I were blind: the steady drum-roll sound you make when the wind drops the… Continue reading Rain