Louisiana Dreamer ~ Embodiment of Courageous Wild Creative Freedom

Musings and meanderings of writer/artist Linda Hubbard Lalande on art, culture, social media, spirituality, yoga, life


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Honoring Earth Day with Hand Drawn Coloring Book Published in 1990

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You, Me and a Tree is an EcoArt coloring book I designed and illustrated in 1990, for the Cultural Foundation with Linda Kinnee and Susan Hutton. It featured my daughter, Emily, and a squirrel, Chester, named after our cat, Chester Peabody.

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Cultural Foundation Coloring Book

To honor Earth Day here’s a copy of the hand drawn EcoArt coloring book published in 1990 for the San Fernando Valley Cultural Foundation. It was created to publicize a project to build Arts Park LA in the Sepulveda Basin, and distributed to all the elementary schools in LAUSD. The park project was eventually abandoned due to lack of funding.

Earth Day Coloring Book Press April 20, 1990. In the background, my daughter Emily is shown in her dad's arms, at 5 months old.

Earth Day Coloring Book Press April 20, 1990. In the background of the photo is my daughter, Emily, in her father’s arms at 5 months old.

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Tree planting with 5-month old Emily and her dad Steve, holding the You, Me and a Tree Coloring Book, Earth Day 1990 .


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Emily's Christening was the day before Earth Day on April 16, 1990

Emily’s Christening was the day before Earth Day on April 16, 1990

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Here’s the ‘tree’ I grew – Emily at 25 in 2015 still loves nature! She’s studying to be a Waldorf School early childhood teacher and couldn’t be happier!

Don’t miss my other sites:

WRITING:  http://linda-hubbard-lalande-writer.strikingly.com

TAROT READINGS: https://louisianadreamer.wordpress.com/enlightenyourpathwithtarot/


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Pt. Reyes Resurrection ramblings

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West Marin rolling hills

I am the green verdant orange poppy filled fields

I am the rolling steel grey fog

I am new shoots pushing up up up through crusty fertile black earthy soil

I am blue blue blue sky filled with fluming white flocks of herons pelicans egret

I am honking hissing geese, crowing roosters, silent horse silhouettes, prancing new lambs

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Agate Beach tidal pools

I am fierce beach wind whooshing through rocky canyons blowing off the sea, tossing pollen, dervishes of sand, warbling bird wing coasting on air currents

I am tidal pools teeming with sea anenomes, crustateans, protozoa; rough rocks, rougher waves billowing in crystal crashes against an agate shore

I am brilliant sun ripples on mud flats, Tomales Bay currents, Bolinas rendezvous-ers braving first dips in the endless ocean

I am artist and maker of images, fur covered, horse hair lined, sea weed draped sculptures reflecting locale and local color

I am green green green grasses, heather topped hillsides, bursting with lupine, fragrant sage, tiny purple fairy flowers

I am pushing through into sunlight, gasping new breath, grasping new life in craggy crevices, shaggy ponies, crusty fresh bread, smelly goat cheese, ripe berries

I am hungry, hopeful, hunting secrets, shiny slippery ever changing moon tides, healing, crunching, flying free …

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Inverness magic with Gypsy

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Little Deaths – an Easter poem

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One must cross the great water to see the Great Being … Six of swords shows a brave woman facing the unknown alone, traveling to a better place. She has gathered the swords to take with her symbolizing the new clarity and wisdom she will carry into her new life. She can now move beyond current limitations with less difficulty.

Little deaths every day
as friends join me on the path and move away
like waves passing as I ride the river
joining me in the boat for a transit then
Over the side passing away and I’m alone again
their swords left behind giving me tools to find truth
lessons learned wisdom gained
like water I cannot hold
grasping or giving way
Flowing clear powerful cleansing
I dance or drown it’s all the same
breathe into it through it lost or found
Tides flowing in and out
little deaths every day
every moment little births

Sailing though waters always unknown

Sailing though waters always unknown. Photo taken on San Francisco Bay, March 2015.