It has been well over a decade
since I last walked the desert in New Mexico.
Over a decade--and yet, time falls away
when I close my eyes and remember.
It is in the remembering that I have, as of late,
come to the canvas with the spirit
of the Land of Enchantment singing in my head.
And out of this singing,
she arrived--this beautiful angel
in a flowing turquoise gown,
rising high into
the deep red hues of this crimson sky
over the land of dreams and magic...
"Angel in Flight"
acrylic on canvas
11" x 14"
Before the paint could dry on this new painting,
the singing in my head took on a new dimension--
a dimension of touch filled with a soft breeze
that softly brushed against my skin.
I breathed in this soft breeze as it whispered into my ear,
"Do you hear me? Listen closely," she said.
"For I am the Wind.
The Wind that blows across the desert.
The Wind that carries the souls of the universe.
The Wind that is the keeper of all tales from your ancestors."
And out of this whispering,
the Wind stopped for a second
to pose before the deep red sky...
"Spirit of the Wind"
acrylic on canvas
11" x 14"
So there I stood
in the center of my studio,
sated and flushed by this rush of creative energy,
when my Self began to fill with love.
I saw my Self
lifted by the flight of this Angel
and I felt my Self
soothed by the spirit of this Wind.
And then a quiet little voice inside my heart intoned,
"This is grace."
And in this moment of grace --
I tasted the freedom of a Heart Wide Open.
"Heart Wide Open"
acrylic on canvas
11" x 14"
Grace. Love.
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