Even after all these years - It continues to surprise me.
This resistance to showing up…to letting go…to never quite knowing.
This trust I whole-heartedly place in this practice.
The curves speak to life cycling…to generations overlapping.
The color speaks to joy.
While mother nature has blanketed the landscape in shades of white.
In here - the light shines warm and bright.
Color Study One
It’s come to that time of year…
To returning my practice to the indoors.
The days are - everyday - a few minutes shorter than the day before.
The light is - everyday - a little bit less than it was.
I’m reminded of the teaching:
Begin where I am. Use whatever simple tools I might have on hand.
And so - I’m experimenting with paper….with color…with sculpting abstraction.
Who knows if this’ll be it….or where it might lead.
September Beginnings
This morning’s light.
Barely visible…and only white.
Pointing and guiding….
September’s new beginnings.