The dogs and I were happy to have the sun shining down on our morning walk.
I wore my brand spankin new pair of boots I bought at the hardware store in Belfair yesterday - when I saw them (they only had 2 pairs left) I couldn't believe one of the pairs was my just my size!
Which way to go first?
The dogs never struggle with decisions; making them has always been the monkey on my back, but then it's to be expected as I am a Libra.
The morning light was tinged with steam rising across the field. This big root ball belongs to our beloved Maple, the bank gave way in high water. That's how it is living on the river - constant lessons in the nature of impermanence.
The clothesline sags under the weight of invisible laundry.
By day, I am busy working on the presentation I'll be giving next week in Seattle at Search for Meaning Book Festival, The topic I've chosen to speak about is "Painting as Poetry; Self Discovery in the Dynamic Flow". I'm pondering times I'm in the flow and times I'm not, and the many ways that I find my way back.
How do you find your way back when you've lost your creative way?
I recently learned that one of my favorite poets, David Whyte, will also be presenting at the festival and I'm overjoyed that he's speaking at a different time slot than I am so I can hear him.
I leave you now with one of his poems,
What to Remember When Waking
In that first hardly noticed moment in which you wake,
coming back to this life from the other
more secret, moveable and frighteningly honest world
where everything began,
there is a small opening into the new day
which closes the moment you begin your plans.
What you can plan is too small for you to live.
What you can live wholeheartedly will make plans enough
for the vitality hidden in your sleep.
To be human is to become visible
while carrying what is hidden as a gift to others.
To remember the other world in this world
is to live in your true inheritance.
You are not a troubled guest on this earth,
you are not an accident amidst other accidents
you were invited from another and greater night
than the one from which you have just emerged.
Now, looking through the slanting light of the morning window
toward the mountain presence of everything that can be
what urgency calls you to your one love?
What shape waits in the seed of you
to grow and spread its branches
against a future sky?
Is it waiting in the fertile sea?
In the trees beyond the house?
In the life you can imagine for yourself?
In the open and lovely white page on the writing desk?