Ahh, dusk, when the mysteries awaken. When the shy elementals work their magic by the energies of stars and moon.
As the sun sets, we settle in our favorite chairs with books and tea, reading of fantastic realms, unaware of the wonder outside our very doors.
Some days it is difficult to reconcile a faith and belief in higher consciousness with the utter madness happening all around us.
So sometimes I need to indulge my psyche in a a cathartic romp through absurdity. Whether through music, art, books or movies, I just need that time to be a little buddha, and sit back laughing at it all.
Afterwards, I remember, all is happening as it should, and there is a grander purpose playing out. And the absurd somehow becomes meaningful, and necessary. It is a reminder that we are the creators of this life, and it is through our intent that we build a world of joy, or one of suffering.
If all is energy, and matter is simply energy vibrating at a low frequency, then all of this, all we perceive as "real" is really more of an optical/tactical illusion. An impermanent state of being. So even though it feels real, and we go through all the suffering and tribulations, in a heartbeat this could all be transformed. Simply by raising our awareness and intent, by operating at a higher frequency, we can recreate this world into a heaven on Earth.
Remembering this gives me hope. Knowing this gives me the strength to endure. And embracing this brings me peace.
Thus ends another day. I know there will be more days of vexation, but in the end it's hope that triumphs. And really, that's all I need.
"There is a timelessness,
an eternal magic to early morning.
When the moon is replaced by a rising sun,
and before the actions of the day begin.
Sitting in this stillness, listening
as each soul awakens, one by one,
it no longer matters what has gone before.
For this new sunrise is blessed with song,
with a myriad of voices, blending, harmonizing
in a wondrous symphony of existence,
and all is whole.
This site is about my art, so I'd like to introduce you to my two muses. Kiwi and Petrie. Two Pacific parrotlets. Two little feathered dynamos who are gifted woodcarvers in their own right.
If they truly adore something I am working on, they will carefully (or not so carefully) separate little shavings to add them to their imaginary nest. (They have to build imaginary nests now, because their horrible, confounding mommy won't let them have a real one for awhile.) They had one nest that jumped from $0 to $300. Well, that's what I would have gotten for the piece if they hadn't decided they needed it more....
But I digress. They are my muses. Their antics, arguments, and surprisingly mellow and loving moments inspire me. They remind me to be thankful and grateful for the love and beauty in my life. They challenge me to be a better person, because after all, I have the care of two very tiny and fragile lives in my hands, and I best do right by them.
But mostly they remind me that they are fully formed, intelligent beings with a remarkable capacity for love. And that no matter what form a soul takes, it is divine and sacred, with purpose, meaning and gifts that are willingly and lovingly shared with those they deem worthy.
I am fortunate to have these two beloved brats in my life, and you can be certain that there is nothing I produce that hasn't been influenced by them in some way.
Yes, they are that special.