All is not lost. I have been working on the farm logo (It is art...it is!) and even painted a watercolor of a background mountain scene. I am dedicated to the dream.
Art. Remember the act of creation? Like some little miracle where the artist becomes a mini-god, or taps into the GOD power that is inherent in talent. Supplied with an abundant source of infinitesimal energy, that same artist is free, inspired to create from the nothing, from the unknown. What a state of mind. What a divine state of being. Bliss.
In writing there is an artfulness, a communion with the muse that speaks in the tongue of the blank page, waiting to be filled, lusting after the words.
EGO be damned! It is a short ride, this life, and I want to enjoy the scenery as I paint it, I want to smell the roses as I describe them in prose.
Isn't it by the very act of simplifying one's life that one discovers the true importance of passion? What makes us sing? What makes us dance to the rhythm of the Universe so we feel the heartbeat of the Earth through our feet, in our bones, resonating into every action we choose to partake in?
Today I farm the Earth, taking only as much as I give, and sharing the abundance. Today I love the creatures that surround me, giving me their gifts of presence, and I am honored to be their caretakers in this moment. Today I write words and I am grateful that the letters fall so easily into place, filling blank space with ideas. Today I love as I am loved and cherish the artful moments that are this life.
