Concerned about his shadow…this little fellow tried to kick it off his feet. He was persistent about detaching this dark cast. Without shadow would we know light?
Second time to Vietnam, quite some time ago, I was graced with the opportunity to attend a temple celebration with Mai and Nami. As per tradition, 100 days have passed since the “Masters” death, now we celebrate HER life and teachings with prayer, spirit, and food food food.
Hot pot soup, dumplings, lotus stems, sweet potato greens, pretend meat made out of tofu - great - and salads, mung bean dumplings - fried dumplings with tomato dipping sauce- and water, sweetened with lychee, lotus, grapes a float. So good!
Micro-macro…a celebration of a great spirit transcended with the delights of the here and now. We really should celebrate each day! 
F. Capra and Mindwalk the movie and books. Conversations with God, Donald Walsh and the infinite knowledge of Joseph Campbell…go read, watch or listen…or just live it through balance, mindfulness and attentiveness. If this is impossible then paint whether you know how or not. Every day when I go into the studio I have to remember how it is done.
“Wondering Home” from the India series.
Temporal and eternal, ethnic and archetype…simultaneously…
…through the creative process of life… the shimmer of the temporal need be celebrated, for it is beautiful. Love it for all the Micro movements and wonders. While holding steady in the stillness of the eternal Macro…the Beingness of Everything that Is.
The rock seems still but inside there is much movement…
“Life Signs” the archetype series.
“Life is a work of art” she said, “shaped by the subtle shades of patience and creativity, faith and truth, hope and love. And when every day activities of home and work become infused with theses qualities, the hidden art that lies beneath the surface begins to shine through” (from her book The Art of Life). Edith Schaeffer.
Stones mark an ancient pilgrim path to Clonmacnoise. Tread for centuries, a sacred way. Energy has no name. It has all names.
The Drombeg Circle…Neolithic Ireland….aligned to the stars. Gathering the mists and rain, the tiny wells cut into the flat stone await your finger tips. Cupmarks, some call them, others say holy wells. Instinct is to touch the water and touch your forehead, a gesture that cross cultures and mythologies. Holy water, holy space, the eternal in the temporal….
