Thursday, April 16, 2015

Blessing the Boats by Lucille Clifton


(at St. Mary’s)

may the tide
that is entering even now
the lip of our understanding
carry you out
beyond the face of fear
may you kiss
the wind then turn from it
certain that it will
love your back    may you
open your eyes to water
water waving forever
and may you in your innocence

sail through this to that

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Lines for Winter by Mark Strand



Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself --
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
Tonight as it gets cold
tell yourself
what you know which is nothing
but the tune your bones play
as you keep going. And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,
tell yourself
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs

that you love what you are.

Monday, November 24, 2014


"The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night,
Ya-honk!  he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation:
The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer,
I find its purpose and place up there toward the November sky."
-   Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, 1855, I Celebrate Myself, Line 238

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

My ETSY shop is open again!

I have finally opened my ETSY shop again after having it closed for 4 months while I moved. Much of my work was in storage for 2 years so it hasn't been available all that time. But I have it all together now thankfully. I still have a lot of work I will be listing in coming months that was in galleries previously and never available on ETSY so I am excited about that. I need to get my camera out and start photographing it all for the listings. Here are a few samples of my collage and jewelry work from my ETSY shop.

Come visit! https://www.etsy.com/shop/MaureenTillman?ref=si_shop











Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Queen Anne's Lace


I've been away from this blog too long. I moved this summer and it has been taking me a long time to get settled, thus I have been neglecting my blog.  I chose this place because it backs up on a forest and I can expect to see lots of wildlife. I saw a fox in my backyard the other day.



This piece is my newest compilation. I started by taking photos of the Queen Anne's Lace that stood so tall and elegant along the forest edge bordering my yard. I was delighted by all the different, beautiful, delicate stages of the seed heads. Truly breathtaking.


Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Among Women by Marie Ponsot

What women wander?
Not many. All. A few.
Most would, now and then,
and no wonder.
Some, and I’m one,
Wander sitting still.
My small grandmother
Bought from every peddler
Less for the ribbons and lace
Than for their scent
Of sleep where you will,
Walk out when you want, choose
Your bread and your company.

She warned me, “Have nothing to lose.”

She looked fragile but had
High blood, runner’s ankles,
Could endure, endure.
She loved her rooted garden, her
Grand children, her once
Wild once young man.
Women wander
As best they can

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

An April Night by Lucy Maud Montgomery

The moon comes up o'er the deeps of the woods,
And the long, low dingles that hide in the hills,
Where the ancient beeches are moist with buds
Over the pools and the whimpering rills;

And with her the mists, like dryads that creep
From their oaks, or the spirits of pine-hid springs,
Who hold, while the eyes of the world are asleep,
With the wind on the hills their gay revellings.

Down on the marshlands with flicker and glow
Wanders Will-o'-the-Wisp through the night,
Seeking for witch-gold lost long ago
By the glimmer of goblin lantern-light.

The night is a sorceress, dusk-eyed and dear,
Akin to all eerie and elfin things,
Who weaves about us in meadow and mere

The spell of a hundred vanished Springs.

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