“Find a place inside where there’s joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.” ~Joseph Campbell
I did not finish the above painting but painted over it and painted Sophie Beagle instead. Below is a garden of flowers where she constantly patrols for marauding tiny rodents.
I’ve been pondering paths of health. What is it, how does it happen, how twisted is the path. Always things change, shift, surprise, causing me to wake up in the noble act of being on the path.
Free in the moment, arising with the sun, it is setting without thinking where to go to bed…
Mindfulness is both struggle and cure… Peace wavers in the silence between. Peace and health hold hands. It is a promise. Quiet, Joy, Gentle Breezes, Breathing, Water.
A loud jet flies overhead leaving white trails against the blue.
I sit and practice gazing at the sun.
Clouds on the horizon, blur sky’s vastness.
Shadows cast less long across fields, windows, grass and walls…
Summer is coming.
It is a constant(like my blue horses), even when obscured by fog banks or clouds. Our energies are as constant as all this and more. We are it’s essence– Without Mind, it would not exist.
When I stop thinking, simply be… The wind blows softly as bees farm lavender and sage.
As they always have.
This gentle wisdom is treasured for it’s constancy.
I can never leave here for my lavenders and sage need me.
The precious honey bees, hummers, butterflies and bumbles never doubt.