Leon Russell Captured On A Wall in Tulsa

This is a cool story…

According to the artist, jeks, “This year I painted over an old Leon Russell mural that I painted a long time ago with a new Leon Russell mural in Tulsa, OK and it almost caused a riot. This is the new one. Riot averted.”

This was the original Leon wall art:

It seemed as if every single Leon fan thought the previous mural was being destroyed, and immediately began to text, email, and call in protest. It turned out that the original artist was merely updating it…WHEW!

I’m not sure that anyone else has been able to capture his beauty and expressive eyes as masterfully as Brian Lewis (jeks) has done.

Here’s the newly painted version. Check out Leon’s EYES.

If I’m ever lucky enough to get to Tulsa, I’m going to visit the Blue Dome District to see this mural in person. It’s so realistic, as if Leon could pop out of the brick at any time.

What’s a more perfect place for a Master of Space and Time mural than on 3rd Street? This area is home to the Church Studio, a music studio turned museum purchased by Leon Russell in the 1970s, where you can explore iconic memorabilia from his life and walk in the shoes of so many famous artists that walked through the doors.

Jeks is a North Carolina graffiti artist and muralist. https://jeksone.com/

Lady Luck

Along with fires burning everywhere, the continued decline of democracy and a sense of doom and dread regarding the future, I think we need to manifest some collective LUCK, don’t you?

She came all dressed up to the party last night
With sequins and stars in her hair
And she took off her shoes as she danced right along
The edge of a coin in the air
“My name’s Lady Luck,” she said with a smile
And her words floated out like a song
“And you don’t think you have any choice when I’m summoned
But I’m here to tell you you’re wrong…

Excerpted from Becky Hemsley – Artwork by YuumeiArt

In Her Heart

“She held the whole of the Moon
In her hands, in her heart”

I wrote this at three in the morning because I can’t sleep.

A few days ago, I sprained my lower back doing another dumb thing like most (all) of my injuries and there isn’t one single position that doesn’t cause excruciating pain, so I hoped these pretty words would take my mind off of it because Tylenol didn’t work, neither did Tiger Balm — nor arnica, ice, or heat.

Yesterday I thought I should stretch out my back so I did some pilates and other exercises but that just made it worse. I can’t take ibuprofen because it causes digestive issues, so there isn’t much I can do except suffer, I guess.

I know I’ll heal in a week or so, but until then, I’m not enjoying life at all.

Little Words by Athey Thompson — Art by Andu

A Hopeful Walk

She walks
With such a knowing
Of all that has been
And such a hope
For what is not yet seen

A Poem by Athey Thompson/Art by Paula Jones

To Be Wild

“To be wild is not to be crazy or psychotic. True wildness is a love of nature, a delight in silence, a voice free to say spontaneous things, and an exuberant curiosity in the face of the unknown.” —Robert Bly

Credit to the artist: From Pinterest

What Do You See

(It’s time to block out harsh reality for a while and return to pretty pictures and words.)

You see
We are all
Nothing but Stars
Passing each other
In the night.

A Little Poem by Athey Thompson
Art by Tijana Lucovik

Cloud Art

These clouds are works of art.

I like what Bob Ross said about painting clouds: “Let’s build us a happy, little cloud that floats around the sky.”

At the beach.
Looking east.
From the front door.
Clouds of all shapes, sizes, and colors.

(Photo credit to Enchanted Seashells)

Winter Solstice and Mother’s Night 2025

Mother’s Night (Mōdraniht) is an ancient Germanic/Anglo-Saxon tradition, celebrated on the eve of the Winter Solstice, marking the first night of Yule to honor ancestral mothers, female deities like Frigg, and the divine feminine, to focus on nurturing, protection, and rebirth. It’s a solemn yet festive night for remembrance, offerings, and connecting with life’s cycles, often involving candles, feasts, and rituals for the “Disir” (mother spirits). 

The first thing that comes to my mind is to honor my very own Mother Spirit with some yummy chocolate, so I will!

Winter solstice —
the farthest touch
of dark.
The sun’s been
arching back,
breathing behind the clouds,
taking its time,
waiting
for you, too. –Tanya Markul

Here are a few positive affirmations to greet this winter solstice:

❄ Embrace the Darkness – I welcome the darkness, for within it lies the seeds of new beginnings.
❄ Find Inner Light – I am a beacon of light, radiating warmth and positivity even in the coldest of times.
❄ Release and Renew – I release what no longer serves me, making space for growth and transformation.
❄ Connect with Nature – I am attuned to the rhythms of the Earth, finding harmony in its cycles.
❄ Cultivate Gratitude – I am grateful for the lessons of the past and the opportunities of the future.


Curated from rebeccadouglas.co.uk

Butterfly 🦋 Memory

“Trade me a memory,” the butterfly said
A memory that’s heavy and harsh,
And I’ll sit and I’ll listen and try my sweet best
To lighten the load on your heart.

From a poem by Becky Hemsley+Art by Amanda Cass

Magical Places

“Magical places are always beautiful and deserve to be contemplated.
Always stay on the bridge between the invisible and the visible.”
Paolo Coelho

Found on Pinterest

This is heavenly…no phones, no social media, no distractions; simply a butterfly-filled meadow alongside a sunshiny, babbling brook.

This pic reminds me of one of my favorite songs by (who else) Leon Russell, Down On Deep River. It evokes the perfect, serene mood…

“Hear the crickets singing for a mile
And the sound of the bullfrogs make you smile
So lead me beside the still waters
Let me love you down on deep river.

Won’t you sit by my side
And hold to my hand and love me all the way?

And we’ll leave all the highways far behind
And just take a little blanket with the wine.”