Apart from my daily early morning yoga practise, I take the dog for a long walk most days. I love walking and not only me. Here in the region people walk, in walking groups, with a purpose and -most importantly- just for pleasure. People make their daily walks. So I meet people who are walking to collect nettles for their pigs, are on a walk and take some snacks for the donkey in one of the fields. People walk and collect mushrooms, walnuts and chestnuts… This habit here in very rural France is not a sign of going back in time, it is the expression of a very satisfying action: walking. Walking calms and relaxes the mind, strengthens the body, invigorates the spirit. When walking surrounded by nature, one becomes part of this living universe, one starts to resonate with this environment of trees, plants, insects, birds, etc…As a walker your presence gives something to them, their presence gives something to you. A true exchange happens. It is beautiful, transformative, something to be grateful for and most of all something to enjoy!!
It is a beautiful, murky morning. Sharing some pictures and thoughts feels important to me at this moment. The act of sharing gives me most pleasure. I remember so clearly the feeling when my paintings were exhibited. Painting is such a solitary activity and then allowing other people to see them is a bit overwhelming and at the same time so joyous because you share. Although this is a very anonymous medium, I do also get the same pleasure: fleeting thoughts, a moment of beauty, colours, emotions..they are offered to you and that is a nice thing to do.
Doing some exercise in a quiet spot in the forest, in the presence of the mighty trees, the twittering of birds, the sniffing of the dog and the gentle sounds of the forest. Creating movement in today’s very still environment. Stillness and movement in me and in the forest. We are one.
What better way to relax, to improve your sense of well-being than by walking, one foot in front of the other. For me it is especially true by walking through a woodland, a forest, surrounded by majestic trees, to be enveloped in their ancient, wise presence. I can’t help feeling like that. Trees mean the world to me!
These lines: ‘traces of movement’ and at the same time ‘moving lines’ in themselves. Very few things are unambiguous, there are always layers, reflective layers, different meanings, there is always a beautiful complexity that one can choose to lovingly embrace.
I am feeling really sad today. My mother died almost six months ago and there are days it still really hits me. When sadness is overwhelming me, so much is happening in body and mind: a powerful force pushes to express, to put into words, to allow distress, to be still, to feel the release, to take the time to let it settle and to look outward again, to feel and be again connected with the here and now, to become active again and to enjoy the beauty of life.
Several times a week I take the same route when walking the dog. There is such a joy in repetition and realising that it is never the same: now there is sun, then rain, wind, clouds; fields with and then without a crop; a meadow with cows and then they have moved to another field …everyday you see things you never saw before…movement, change is always happening: around and in me…it is beautiful and moving…
I was moving while this photos was taken…it goes well with my happiness of receiving leftovers of wool to start making my tapestry on a vertical loom🤩🤩🤩.