Glimpses of Pastimes 3

One of my Acrylics on Canvas Paintings
Weaving in Progress for Memories of Egypt
Digital Computer Art of my Photograph
Creating a Vision Board and an old photo of me at Le Foret Enchante in a former trading post, Eastern Quebec
Crafts done years ago with my husband

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Sea of Thoughts

Sea of Thoughts acrylic painting by Shelley A. Wilson

Sea of Thoughts

I swim in a Sea of Thoughts,

many Thoughts by others,

many Thoughts all of my own.

I often tread on the Surface-

that Everyday Consciousness

weathered by Sunlight and Storm,

shared by or with others

Communicating the ‘norm’

in clearly Calm or Troubled Sea.

Sometimes I avoid ugly Pollution

moved by Emotions that I see

as Tidal Waves of Confusion,

Waves of Conflict and Misery,

high Waves on a Sea of Thoughts.

Sometimes I just float Free

resting in Peace and Serenity.

Sometimes I choose to dive Deep

into Thoughts by others mixed

with Thoughts all my own

down into the Deeper Unknown

or Deep Thoughts already Known-

Thoughts others Explore as well.

Within the Deep and Deeper

exists a World of Strange Beauty

where glimpses of Thought-forms

dwell adept to thrive under Pressure-

ones creating their own Inner Light

or staying well-hidden out of sight

till stirred by Curious Delight.

Fascinated by this Strange Beauty

exciting Imagination through Wonder,

I let go my Fears through Love.

Sometimes I will even Wonder

if through Respect and Empathy,

I could swim in Alien Seas.

February 21, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Earth and Mars

Earth and Mars

Will we ever be done

with Beliefs and Leaders

of Politics and Theologies

that glorify War?

Will we ever grow past

our Loyalties to Dogmas,

to Zealots, to Radicals

that glorify War?

In the Language I write,

one word holds a Secret.

‘Wars’. Turn the ‘W’ of ‘Wars’

upside down to reveal

a truth long hidden.

‘Mars’. This name given

is Soul-Recognition,

a Soul-Memory in Myth,

a Story to Remember

Mars. Sometimes Old Stories

hide important truths.

Mars, the Olympic god

of War was not just one

human-looking god-man

adept at waging War.

Myths sometimes hold

hidden treasures, Secrets

that rewrite Histories

when found and understood.

Mars, the barren planet today,

is a very Ancient Relic

of great powers of destruction,

powers of ancient Species

attacking and defending,

a Relic and Evidence

of planet-killing Weapons.

Those ancient Weapons

with deadly powers to fear

were similar and greater than

those we now have here.

Like Earth, Mars was once

abundant with Water,

lush with Vegetation,

had many Species evolving-

some traveling with machines

through neighbouring Space.

My Martian Memories are Misty.

Were we the ‘Blue Gods’

or the ‘Nagas’ of Hindus?

Were we the ‘Elohim’

or the ‘Nephilim’?

Were we the ‘Star People’,

or the ‘Coyotls’, or the ‘Dragons’,

or the ‘Angels From Above’

appearing and disappearing?

Were these Us or Others,

Other Interstellar Species-

some benign, some hostile?

I’ve been these, too, before

and may become again

appearing in different forms

in and out of Spacetime,

exploring, experiencing Life,

Spirit ever moving

to and from Prime Source.

We Humans are as Children.

Our ‘Parents’ have Secrets and

believe it or not,

they don’t know Everything.

We must grow beyond our Fears.

Through Love, we go beyond our Fear.

Love is always the Answer here

on Earth, on Mars, Everywhere.

Will we ever be done

with False Needs and Horrendous Deeds?

February 14, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Child’s Play 2

Paint. Cut. Paste. Well it’s comfortably cooler here this morning. The clear matte coating on my fun art is drying a bit slower. Fine by me!
This is a the same piece in the shade on our balcony this morning. Lighting is truly important in the arts, even child-like art like mine. The textures don’t show up but that’s okay. Acrylics on watercolour paper with beach glass on canvas.

What Would Our Lives Look Like

Without ‘cultural appropriation’, what would our lives look like?

Consider: clothing, housing, furniture, education, food, tools, sports, arts, transportation, technologies, medicine and other sciences. (Where did your style and material of clothing actually originate?)

Appropriation, imitation and adaptation are part of our cultural and individual growth.

‘Cultural identity’ and pride can still thrive without the ‘cultural purity’ of living as our ancient ancestors once did, or with only what our ‘heritage cultures’ created and accomplished without ‘cross- cultural influences’ throughout history.

May Humanity grow in wisdom and understanding, not condemnation.

(July 31, 2020- Shelley Wilson)

The weaving is by my daughter Alissa and the painting is by me.


Acrylics on paper on canvas. This is a ‘loose weaving’ of strips of my recycled paintings. It was a fun project for using my previous creations in a different way. I don’t know if I’m the first to do this or if I’m just ‘reinventing the wheel’. Lol

Mosaic 4

Acrylics on paper on canvas. This is the last of this series of four ‘mosaics’ created for the fun of it just as I did as a child. Now 70, I can still feel that quietly focused immersion in the joy of simple artistic creations even in this challenging world created and co-created for our evolutionary spiritual growth.

See Life Sea Life

Acrylics and metallic paint on canvas. I’ve noticed that all the photos I took of my paintings posted on my WordPress sites, Instagram and Pinterest miss out on the small details which create the character of the pieces. I hope this photo of See Life Sea Life does a better job. 😁