Monkeys Swans & Lions
My plate has been filled of late with a diverse feast. Inspiration in the form of whimsical ink monkeys, swans & lions. In another segment, egg temperas, gouaches, washes & blocks of color applied through blood memory to continue the story of a people. We are all telling our story, the rewards & costs are varied, the methods as well.
Passing "the dancers", a tree configuration early in my walk, I'm thinking what a wonderful sculpture it is. The graceful relationship of the trunks creates the two dancers, her mossy skirt flowing, his two legs retaining the stopped movement of the dance.
Today I was a warm beam passing through on my path. The wind teased, guided & reminded me. The gulls described the energy of the sky. The trees have boldly opened, crossed the point of no return. I feel like a co-conspirator. Choose life, choose beauty, snatch death from the shriveled hand of Skeleton Woman. This is a day of my fullness, my completion; the world is inside me, I am the surrender.
By the end of my walk I am full of wellbeing. I've gathered the murmurs & whispers of the wood sprites. I feel the hum of new life underfoot. Tufts & blades of spring greens & yellows are opening new pathways for my spirit.
As I play hide & seek with the sunlight in my green world, streams of birdsong move into me & I feel the life pulse through my feet.
Bright blue, cold sun. The hardened earth has a layer of sparkle dust. Ice has formed on the puddles. Inside my green place I find the spring celebration of yesterday has bowed forlornly into itself. Leaves once open & jubilant are now scrolling & tent like, shrinking against their aggressor. I can only whisper to them what they already know.
Clear cold light. Sleeping Beauty coverlet lay over the frozen world. The towering evergreens impervious to the new winter stand guard in their timeless reign. Fragile blossoms express translucent beauty as they transition slowly into death after just a moment's glory. It is a world rich
in the promise of passage & transcendence.