Interesting clouds today: a block of grey, dark grey and then blue sky not far behind… Sometimes in life we feel stuck, as if nothing is moving but just like the clouds in the sky come and go, situations come and go. What remains is the sky and our true essence, they never change, they just are.
What a difference a day makes…the sun is out, the sky is blue, there is a gentle breeze, the horses are relaxing and enjoying this wonderful sunlight. Walking every day brings home in a very enlarged way how everything is constantly changing. To witness and observe this ever changing inner and outer landscape from a space of profound silence, undisturbed by any of it and allowing necessary action to come spontaneously, is life’s art.
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.
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.
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…