Born with the soul of an artist and nurtured by my drive to explore the world and the human spirit . As a young adult I turned my attentions towards the culinary arts. It provided an outlet for creativity while providing for my material needs.As the years went by I came to realize that I was, in part ,denying the artist within due to fear and not wanting to be my mother's competitor.After escorting my mother through her end of life journey as her primary caregiver I came to realize that life is short and precious and I could no longer deny what and who I am. I am an Artist. An explorer . A lover of life .
I watch the great , wonderful trees outside my window move with the winds with ease . And when I pause with intention then the rhythmic flow of my breath in concert with my heart is what I know to be a bit of grace .
Swept up in moments of resistance , simply said, creates more resistance . How delightfully good does it feel to breathe deeply out and smile ? Dreams in the day and dreams in the night of a joyous life for all .
Laying down the resistance to living in the truth of the heart .
In my mind , heart and soul my joy comes alive in the adventures of travel as well as amongst the quietness of trees . Adventure is adventure . And exploration is invigorating wether with satchels or suitcases or a walking stick or airplane .
How many times have I felt a deep and instant comfort in traveling ? More often than i can recall . It is the home within myself that rises to the surface during an adventure . An outer exploration becomes an inner connection .
And sometimes when it is time to say farewell to the spontaneity and the fun of the unknown my spirit may feel heavy …for a bit and also renewed .
Until I am again near the loving souls that I can’t imagine life without ,and are also home in my heart , my spirit dances with new sight . The limitless and deep connections to all life are always beckoning .
The word travel seems too small to convey the true unfolding of what occurs if you choose it . I choose to step into the adventure and to dance with it . And finding rest in the quietness of love and contemplation amongst the trees and in the sky and roaring ocean waves . i am alive .
the freedom of spirit and the rootedness of purpose in art and words like ancient trees and flowing waters . The creative process is an exploration and an adventure . It is an undoing and of putting the formless into form . It is love with out time or space .
Walking alone on the usual trail near home my heart and mind come together . Steady steps upon the path and remembrances of shared love rise to surface .
And in this very moment a man alone , lying on the ground , near his cart of assorted odd and ends . His life in a cart . A child’s stuffed animal hanging from it almost whimsically , it was endearing . He called out hello . His smile was joyful and somehow carried with it some innocence . I said hello back and walked on . The connection to our shared humanity filled my heart . All of the past encounters with people on the street and all of the moments when a simple kindness was given in a moment of darkness went running through my mind like a movie . A few steps out of my way to give some provisions to a fellow in need and I thought “isn’t it why we are here ?”