It’s a beautiful day. I’m thinking of you and i send a prayer out that your day will be fulfilling and creative.
It has been raining poems here but they are much too personal to share besides this blog is supposed to be about watercolor and I am still struggling with trees! I’ll practice YES (yoga, exercise, and sketching) this morning then lose myself in the basement working with clay this afternoon
The original “depth beneath the sparkle” was written just one year ago and now the sparkle is gone but the river still runs deep. Hope dies hard and life turns toward the New Day waiting for the sun to light the water with laughing brilliance in celebration of creative and enduring friendship.
And so in celebration of ‘YES’ (a New Years resolution to sketch every day), I did today’s sketch, a tiny study looking up the river. This could help toward a larger watercolor soon. There were snow flurries so I painted at my steering wheel rather than down by the river as we did last year.
And I’ll include some photos, one along the park road looking south-
Here is a sketch I made yesterday following a walk with a friend and before driving home. It was cold and grey with a light drizzle so I worked from inside my car.
Only in painting is there peace and in that only if I can get a painting going. My winter scene platter cracked during Bisque firing (really not an uncommon occurrence for a piece that big especially when drying time has to be hurried which happened in this case). Anyway we hang in there.
hand built porcelain-stoneware ~14″x22″with carved design in colored slips. i shall just have to try again! Of course the inspiration will be different and there-in lies the loss. Experience, itself, is a welcome teacher.
Responding and reaching out to one another With joy
“The things that matter most in our lives are not fantastic or grand. They are moments when we touch one another, when we are there in the most attentive or caring way. This simple and profound intimacy is the love that we all long for. These moments of touching and being touched can become a foundation for a path with heart, and they take place in the most immediate and direct way. Mother Theresa put it like this: “In this life we can not do great things. We can only do small things with great love.””
from the Heron Book of Love and Gratitude
painted in December of 2013
The boundary of what we can accept in ourselves is the boundary of our freedom.
We can open our hearts to spacious tender feeling; we can embrace all the emotions: love, hate, loss, exhilaration and use them as energy to fuel our lives. We can soar if we choose.
The boat I travel in is called Surrender. My two oars are instant forgiveness and gratitude~complete gratitude for the gift of life. I am thankful for the experience of this life, for the opportunity to dance. I get angry, I get mad, but as soon as I remind myself to put my oars in the water, I forgive.
I serve. I do the dance I must. I (paint pictures), but I am not the doer of this work. I am the facilitator, the instrument~I am one part of the symphony. I know there is an overall scheme to this symphony that I can not understand. In some way we are each playing our own part. It is not for me to judge or criticize the life or work of another. All I know is that this is my dance. I would (paint pictures) today even if I knew for certain that the world would end tomorrow.
Balbir Mathur, founder of Trees for Life, from a Heron Dance interview. Quoted from the Heron Dance book of Love and Gratitude.
This is a lovely book and if you do not have your own copy you owe it to yourself to get one and keep it by your side as i do.
While working in the main garden cutting down the dead stalks of Peonies and Lingularia and planting a few remaining daffodil bulbs I was given a moment of magic as the sun set red-orange behind me across the West Meadow and the moon rose to the east behind the pines and old maples: