Magic Moments-Rusalka’s world

In silent reflection:

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It’s a cold, silent road where up maybe down.

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I loved the Metropolitan’s performance today the story was beautiful but for me not comforting.

Here is a short clip of Kristine Opolais singing “Song to the Moon” from Act 1:

Magic Moments-close your eyes

Ever close your eyes and stop and listen?

Ever feel alive and you’ve nothing missing?

You don’t need a reason

Let the day go on and on

Let the rain fall down

Everywhere around you

Give into it now-

Let the day surround you……..                                                                        Enya

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Is there a road I should follow?

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sketching to fill the extra moment-New England is full of churches.

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two sketches of a road i walk

sketched from my car in the rain and snow. this is addictive.

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and studying with a master yoga teacher.

condos-a great place to live as sketched from my “studio”aka my car.

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the day is not long enough!

Magic Moments-silver and gold

Cloak an empty space and try to fill an awareness vacuum.

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More clouds clicked on this evenings drive home, memories waiting for paint-time runs out.

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Is there a way….?

Is there a sign I should know?

Is there a road I could follow?

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…….?    Yes! pick up that paint brush and get going! -shall do-and will post when there is something to share-soon i hope.

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Magic Moments-Today

Today has been a day of clouds and silver-tipped trees outlined against the sky.

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My travels take me outwards from the center like the travel lines on a spider web. Some of the roads are dirt and some are paved state highways. One heads north and anchors me to the mountains and another east to connect me with the ocean. The one which reaches out to the western hills is closed to me now but, one heads south and connects me to cities and art and performance. I’ll take that tonight to resume the figure drawing I’d let go. Ghosts haunt all of them and make travel difficult; yet if I don’t travel off the hillIMG_2158 (703x1024).jpg will there be a new day?

 

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Magic Moments-unlocking the moment.

I often find myself almost assaulted on daily walks and drives by images and ideas that beg to be painted. But, recently painting has been beyond my will. Trying to paint brings me great pain and unhappiness. I keep asking for the magic to return. – Asking, “Where have you gone?” Oh, I know, “you just need to want to make it happen.” But, what do I want? I want to be happy, happy painting. Why then just paint only something is missing.

-Just try, and try again. Try even when you fail.

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Coyote cubs serenade an evening too soft for witches.

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Dog Moon caught in the old oak lighting liquid colors too dark to paint.

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Road in a yellow wood.

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An unexpected glimpse ever so brief, yet so real, brings anxiety, anger, and despair, until Happiness comes and floods out every other emotion. Could this be the key to unlocking the moment? How can one paint the wonder of quickened breathing and the beating of a heart? Can I hold onto this moment? And, try, try again.

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Magic Moments-come with connection

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I would never have dreamt of going to a reunion let alone a High School one, however, when this 50th plus 1 year reunion came up on the same day and in the same town for which I had already made plans to visit my Mother I decided to chance going to it.

I traveled alone and after a good visit with my Mother attended the gathering.

I went, of course, with my owm in spirit at least, and had a wonderful time for I listened more than talked, stuck to water and ice for refreshment, and focused primarily on getting to know the women.

My classmates and I (at least those who came) are a pretty neat group of  interesting people. I hope many of them will take the time, as I will, to reach out and affirm the connections we made or remade this afternoon. As we shared stories I did discover that staying married for almost 50 years made one decidedly unusual although I assured others that one could view that achievement as problematical even if highly honorable.

On the long drive home I had the pleasure of listening to a lovely harp concerto by Ditterdorf and the tone poem The Moldau  (‘Vltava” in Czech) from Smetanas series Ma Vlast thanks to the superb sound system my loving husband got with the car he chose for me. And I gave thanks to mp for helping me learn the value of spending quality time in connection with other people especially with my mother. And, most importantly, I drove very attentively.

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PS i am working on w/c sketches of guess what-ROADS! the ones in the country are lovely.