I have been wanting to give painting a try for quite some time. The last time I did any painting was on a door in the office of my old house. I had forgotten about this. It was just a bunch of fun designs. I painted on it when I took a break from writing, or when I just needed to create. It was a very soothing activity. I must have missed it, because the brushes and colors have been calling me again. I finally gave in to the pull and bought some paints, brushes and a sketch pad (not brave enough for canvas yet). This lovely mandala is the second creation since buying the new materials. I am reallllllly digging the mandala concept. It's speaking to me.... in a different language, but I hear the call loud and clear. Check it.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Sometimes Life requires you take a nice long walk. Here Jon, Sophia and I take a hike/walk/Fool's Journey on my parent's property. This space seemed so magical to me when I was a kid. It also played a huge role in my sobriety, for it is where I learned to connect with the deepest part of myself. It is the back... back yard of what I call home. It is a place where the world doesn't seem quite as threatening, where birth, life and death cycle over and over again without apology or fear. It is a sacred space, and sometimes I need to go there to reconnect and refuel. I may run into thorns, step in some occasional cow shit, or have to scale some electric fences, but I always leave this space feeling more graceful than when I arrived.