2020 feels auspicious. In the mountains, we are expecting snow and rain, that wintry mix. I am appreciating winter for a good winter promises an abundant spring. These days, I am also grateful for the inward time that winter proffers. Did I use that word correctly?
A little poem, a couplet, that I came across in one of my journals:
A bed of earth below which lays
a startle of forceful green relays
the message that beneath tamped earth
there is the promise of rebirth.
I’ve been painting again. I wasn’t painting for awhile. I’ve been grieving three intimate losses in a ten month period. You might know that grief is it’s own country. When you go there, everyday life takes on a different sheen.
Anyway, this painting began with a large sheet of watercolor paper (18″ x 24″). I wrote down my feelings about grief. Then, surprisingly, emerging from this came my version of “Puss n’ Boots.” See below.
Blessings to everyone as we go forth.