9 thoughts on “Border Crossing

  1. Hello Cheyenne,

    Beautiful and mysterious, this painting. I agree we all have borders to think of. And I still have one. And strangely that’s writing. You may disagree, but for long I’ve stayed on the other side of the border, reading books, telling myself that even if I’d stories of my own tucked away somewhere,that no one would want to read them. Now, there is another border and that’s quitting completely. When I come across a brilliantly written I’m daunted sort of. But I hope to push on and get published someday — as Darlene, my editor, has advised.

    You’re talented, my dear friend. And it shows there are more works of art to come from you. I’d would like take courage in your progress


    1. Hmmm, is it possible to quit one’s destiny completely? You are here to communicate through writing, which you do so well, Uzoma. Perhaps like me you’ll put down the tools of your trade for awhile, but when you come back you’re stronger than when you left. The hardest border to cross is the one that leads us to ourselves. So much easier to be the one everyone else demands of us, especially when it comes time to put food on the table! Good luck on assessing your borders my friend.


      1. “So much easier to be the one everyone else demands of us, especially when it comes time to put food on the table!” Haha. Your words are true. And when you have people who are not family but are dependent on you, it doubles your effort to meet up.

        I’m glad you find my writings very interesting. I’ll continue to do my best.


  2. Love love love the mystery and pull of your paintings toward discovery. So happy to find you here, Cheyenne. I am taking the words to heart – as I teeter at the still point before motion! xo! marga


    1. I’m so glad you followed me here, Marga. The dance of teetering can be so unnerving after our more accustomed bouts of intensity, even though we know it is a necessity…! I unraveled and then found orbs, went through another mind numbing zone and came out with a paint brush and Muse dancing on its bristles. I know you have the fortitude and blessings to see you through the stillness.


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