A Visit

I am still being crashed upon with waves of creativity. This afternoon I was hit with an inspiration for a year long, very personal, but fun project. I was looking for a journal to write my first note on and stummbled upon a journal from a college class that had a hand written dictation of a conversation I had recorded with my grandfather just a couple of years before he passed away. I just melted. The timing was beautiful as I was listening to a Norah Jones cover of a Patsy Cline song. My grandfather loved Patsy Cline.

In the past 5 years I have lost four very special people, all within a year and a half period. I am quite the sentimentalist with the memory of an elephant (particularly when it comes to people I care about). This fact, mixed with things moving about in the universe brings me occassional moments of connection with people that I have loved and lost. I cherish these moments so much and they always surprise me when they come.

Todays moment struck me even more so. Here I was chasing my creativity, beyond my doubts, and then I stumble into this interview. Reading the interview I could hear his voice in my head, his enunciation, his diction and the way he expressed things he found interesting. It was like he was right here with me. I felt like it was a further encouragement from the universe to continue on with what I'm doing.

I plan to share some exceprts from the interview at some point because I love it so much and think there are things worth sharing with the world.  This was my grandfathers favorite Patsy Cline song.

Journey

Last night I had the inspiration arise to paint. I haven't painted in years. I have drawn and other artistic things but I have not pushed myself to follow the initial excitement of a project. While I was inspired to paint I had no idea what I wanted/needed to paint, which initially scared me. None the less, I pulled out the canvas and the paint and sat down on my living room floor and had a little faith in myself. This is what came out. A dark murky path that seemingly ends into tall mysterious feathery grass beyond the grass is a firey heart in a textured yellow sky. I had to turn of my judgements for several hours to create this and when it was finished I felt like I had run an emotional marathon.

I feel that this painting has been living inside of me for quite sometime in some way or another just waiting to spill out. Just waiting for me to have just enough faith. At this point in my life I have found myself on the murky path and I'm heading into the tall feathery grass in search of the fire within my heart on so many levels.

The grass is alluring yet unknown but the heart must be reached to light the sky. So onward I go through the tall feathery grass of life.