swirling...that's about the word for my world at the moment. there's a lot of uncertainty swirling about us and where it will take us is just about anyone's guess. it reminds me a lot of watching seeds being blown from a dandelion and trying to pinpoint where one will land.
amid the swirl, i am focusing on simply, the present. i close my eyes while out to memorize the sounds, gaze longer at the sea to take in her hues, walk slowly down our streets to absorb all the beautiful detail, and make plans to spend more time with those we have grown to cherish here. and all the while, hold it so carefully in my heart.
it's funny, as this painting began before we were even swept up into this swirl, but perhaps it has been there all along, moving like an undercurrent. she appeared on the surface, a surface that is built upon layer and layer of poem. whether she realizes it or not, she is grounded by grace, which sits silently upon her shoulder. so light in fact, she sometimes forgets it is there. much like the moon hung in the evening sky when life presents so vividly below that you forget to glance up, yet it is there - a constant presence above you. around her cascade the stars, each one holding a precious wish - perhaps one she has made for herself or for another. beyond this, spirals the film reel of her memories. it is the story that surrounds and at times suspends her thoughts.