Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Blue Fairy

Captured By The Blue Fairy - play song while you read

                 

 

 
by Laura Botsford - a true story

 

Quiet and simple, that is what I knew about it then. I recall the everyday people who meant something to me in my travels.  It was my vocation then back in 1969,  just to truly be in then moment of where ever I was. 
 One day in Union Square in San Francisco, as I was checking out stores and restaurants, writing and observing; revived on Market Street with fresh cut yellow and white daffodils I bought from a  gypsy garden cart, I stopped to sit a while in the Square.

How sweet is the bustle of 18 years of age? Well pretty fascinating with the new faces all around me, however weathered or broken, I found them intriguing.

Some of the old men with their working days gone sit in Union Square waiting for a hand outs.

Above the lonely din hovered one man in particular. I sat beside a distinguished looking man who called himself Anthony. Though his clothes were ragged his stature still clung on to something upright.” What did you do for a living?” I asked. “You mean before I came to this disarrayed lifestyle of wine and begging?” He said self effacing about his current position.

“Once I worked for Disney. I made the trees dance.” His eyes wept silently, streaming in sea turtles tears of a life laid ruin in the wake of temperance lost. “I was married and had two children; they left me long ago.”

Around the corners of his mouth were hints of a smile that he must have used many times over once. I thought about how he was the one who made the branches move lyrically like a dancer. I saw twittering birds that flew all around in the balance of sweet air; the sun shinning up to him as he painted in the cells with liquid promise. His eyes must have been glimmering with enthusiasm. Now his only hope was that he could still remember a time before he became an alcoholic.

“There is always hope. There are shelters and programs in the mission where they can help you find a new beginning.” I told him.

  “Yes I stay at one, but it is not enough for me. I am just getting by, waiting for release from my shadows. I need something to live for again,” he replied.

   “How about living for yourself and the rest will come along, get well, stop drinking and remember that God loves you.” I patted his shoulder and gave him ten dollars to, “get something to eat.”

  “Thank you." He wiped away another huge tear, just like the one the turtle had in Alice in Wonderland.  Then he looked into the blue sky as if he were reading his life up there, searching for a cloud to take him home.

     I was just about to leave when a jazz trio of street musicians began to play ‘When You Wish upon a Star’. We sat peacefully together and for a brief moment of hope and better  times to come and sang along. “ When you wish upon a star, it makes no difference who you are.”
   I thought about how we all encounter a forest that either lurks to snag us with its scraggily pointed branches or wondrously courts our presence with loving welcome in a cricket's song.

 
 

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Prince of Peace


Prince of Peace

Ambient Classical Christmas Music with Symphonic Movements and Melodic Middle Eastern vocals, transcendent woodwinds, brass and eclectic world beat percussion.

From Prince Of Peace CD    itunes            amazon           CD Baby


For unto us a Child is born,
Unto us a Son is given;
And the government will be upon His shoulder.
And His name will be called
Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
7 Of the increase of His government and peace
There will be no end,
Upon the throne of David and over His kingdom,
To order it and establish it with judgment and justice
From that time forward, even forever.
The zeal of the LORD of hosts will perform this.




Christmas cards are available at my Zaazle Laura Botsford Shoppe with scripture inscription in gold on the inside. Here at this link

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Happy Halloween

 Happy Halloween


 
  With eyes as dark as pools of pitch and seasons chill of a ghostly witch,  
   The Haunted, Harrowing Howls begins with goose bumps all  a twitch                                     
   Weave not a spell of stories tragic, boast not a full moon sky, but hear the tale of love's eternal magic, of Frankenstein and Bride.
  
  
 

 
 

Monday, September 16, 2013

Wishing Wall CD

 

Wishing Wall- Laura Botsford

     iTunes           Amazon        CD Baby

 
  Ambient Jazz Fusion with lyrical piano and soft ethereal dreamy vocals. It is a smooth ride of easy listening, meditative soul exploration that will take one away from it all into a peaceful place.

   I believe that we engage in the mystery of crossing paths and soulfully connecting circles of friends all enveloped in a spiral of ribbons in the sky, laced artfully through serendipitous music, prayers and wishes.

   Each circle is completely different from the other and netted in their own time. What is curious to me is the ongoing adventure of who I will have the honor of meeting next through the wishing wall.


Sovereign Sojourns and Sweet Dreams- Laura

 
Wishing Wall Poster
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 15.38 x 20 inches archival paper heavy stock mailed in 2 to 3 business days
Autographed and Dated

 

Friday, April 5, 2013

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Rockin' the Soul Radio Interview

- May 6th 2013

 




Monday, March 4, 2013

Reflecting on Spring

Reflecting On Spring
 
It can be found in a variety of sizes with frames on Fine Art America
 

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Unicorn Giraffe

He's Here!! The Unicorn Giraffe  

by Laura Botsford and Teddi Rutschman on Blurb and e book with 5 videos on itunes

 
 
 
 
Book in Print on Blurb.com
 

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Poet Streets



   The traveler and the poet met in the middle of a road, each coming from opposite directions. The traveler said, “Hello.” The poet said, “Greetings on this fair day.” The traveler said where is the next town?”  The poet said, “a quarter mile past the Maple tree, left in its crimson shade down a terra cotta road in the time it takes to sing one verse of Mr. Tambourine man.”

 Songs of along the Glitter Highway