Living in the mountains, I have an opportunity to see the stars at night. This is an advantage over living in a big, artificially lit city. When I lived in San Francisco, beside the ocean and not the inner city, I could occasionally see the stars at night…when it wasn’t foggy.
Looking up at the night sky, I get a sense of both my smallness and my connection to something greater.
Ever since I learned Nikol Wilman’s technique of painting a sky, I adapted it to create the background for a few of my paintings.
Drawing and painting a face looking upwards proved to be very challenging. Yet it was what I envisioned and I forged on to make it happen.
How often do you look up? While walking in nature, I’m frequently looking down in order to see where I’m stepping especially if the terrain is rocky or has tree roots. On such walks I find that it’s important to stop and take time to look out and to look up. Expanding my field of vision in this way, I get out of my small mind thinking. It’s certainly not all about me!
I love this creation story as told by Wilfred Buck. We have such a connection to and longing for the stars. This story is not so far-fetched. Our lives here are more mystery than certainty.
Wilfred is from Lake Winnipeg in rural Manitoba, Canada. His tribe affiliation is Cree, also known as Ininew, one of Canada’s largest First Nations groups. He is an amazing storyteller. If you have six minutes to listen, I think you’re going to appreciate this lovely creation Story. Try closing your eyes as you listen and imagine.
“We come from the stars,” Buck says.