In 2005, my book group who loves everything England, especially authors like Austen, Dickens, and Hardy, rented a sixty-foot canal boat, and traveling through the countryside, navigated the locks. No easy task, but lovely.
We then did a walking tour through the Cotswolds, sometimes using a map on a dishtowel to navigate, as we hadn’t chosen the most expensive tour support, and directions were muddy like the land through which we walked.
I was reminded because my son called last night wanting to know more about traveling on a canal boat.
That brought me to pictures and remembering back.
Then, today, my friend Elaine, who will have a retrospective of her artwork beginning this Sunday, sent me an email chain from when I was asking for advice on sections of my book, and she was requesting support on one of her paintings.
We both love Hildegard of Bingen, who wrote of “greening”. Did the painting need a little more green, and what does green represent in our lives, especially this time of year, well, not in the Midwest, and Northeast, but where I live?
Dylan Thomas comes to mind.
“The force that through the green fuse drives the flower / Drives my green age”.
Somehow today as I continue to clean out, and release, and toss many of my sacred hoop paintings feeling they’ve done enough and need new form, I sink into valuing my life with more intensity. I reflect back, not taking any of it for granted.
I feel I’ve been floating along in a ring of support, and now I sink a little more deeply into the past that supports what comes. I inhale the comfort of living in a stream, and drop into a sea of swirling depths, where I receive connection and intimacy with more awareness than before.
What comes now as I open to receive?