Part of the Journey


Acrylic on canvas, 24×18″


You know, I’ve always loved train rides. Not that I’ve been on a train any time in my adult life, but still. I think they’re a beautiful way to travel.


You get to enjoy the journey. You get to see the country at a speed that you can appreciate the view. Which is what this painting reminded me of.


We can get so caught up in speed and the destination that it’s really easy to miss the beauty of each part of the journey. 


And each part of the journey has gifts for us.


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The Other Side of the Road

Acrylic on canvas, 14×11″

The Other Side of the Road

Looks pleasant enough over there, but are you willing to do what it takes to get there?

First you have to go through the red hot lava field. The good news is, there’s water on the other side of the lava. But then you’ll have to cross the water. Then if you manage to gain the opposite shore, there’s that road.

Now, here’s the tricky part. You see, the road is very pretty, you get a great close up view of what lies beyond, plus it’s a good way to assess where you’ve come from and how much you’ve accomplished. Which is considerable!

But it’s the road of temptation, it’s smooth and flat, and easy. And it’s really the greatest obstacle you’ll face, because this time it’s from within. You could spend the rest of your time happily going back and forth just sightseeing and congratulating yourself on your achievement. And that’s where your journey would stop.

But if you want to discover what lies beyond, you’ll have to let go of the path of comfort and prepare to take on the jungle and the terrain. Into terra incognita

The hero’s journey.

What say you, hero?

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White Cloud

Acrylic on canvas, 12×12″

White Cloud

You’d think a cloud is just a loose mass of water vapor, and you’d be right as far as that goes. But might it have consciousness? Is it aware in any sense?

Is it possible that clouds, as insubstantial and ephemeral as they are, are still capable of interacting with us, with our thoughts and our deep questions? Could they be a tool of the divine mind? Well — isn’t everything?

Shortly after my father crossed over to the spirit world, I was sitting on the back porch of his house, and I looked up and noticed a cloud. A cloud that was unmistakably the profile of my father’s face. At the same time I heard his voice in my mind saying “you’ll just have to carry on.” Which does sound like the kind of thing he would say. 

Everything can speak to you if you’re open to receive it. 

Acrylic on canvas 12×12”

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Love Awaits

love-awaitsNot passively, but alive, like a determined weed, growing where we least expect it to thrive. Of course it’s only a weed as long as we reject it. Once we embrace it, we can see that it’s this amazing strong beautiful flower that spreads faster than dandelions on a suburban lawn.

Oh yeah, we reject it because we think we’re not worthy of it, or we think it hurt us before so it’s most likely going to hurt as again, or a thousand other reasons.

Dumb.

Dumb dumb dumb.

Understandable, but really… dumb.

The thing is, love doesn’t actually care about any of that. Because when we get over the dumb, it’ll still be there.

Waiting.

And even if we never get over the dumb, it’ll still be there. Growing in the deep waters of our soul.

Waiting.

You picking up on a pattern here?

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They Come Out at Night

they-come-out-at-nightOf course they do. But like the stars, it’s more that they’re just harder to see in the daytime.

Fairies? Elementals, orbs, spirits, birds with flashlights? Well, probably not that.

Those familiar with them tell how they tend to exhibit disconcertingly intelligent, even playful, behavior too which makes them even more fascinating. Or weird, depending on how you look at it.

Which of course brings us to Shakespeare, who wrote “there are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”

Solid advice if you ask me. Which of course you didn’t, but so what?

Good ol’ Shakespeare.

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White Feather

white-feather

Steely determination. Implacable dignity.

And a refusal to be homogenized, defined or commodified by the forces of a passing moment in history regardless of its seeming might.

True to herself.

Beauty in strength.

Still here.

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Orange Angel

orange-angelAngels can of course come in all colors. Especially colors we don’t have physical senses for, which works out well since we don’t see them with our physical senses.

Angels can appear without blocking out what the physical eyes are seeing, but still with a strong visual element, almost like the mind is tuning into two separate frequencies at the same time. So you can be driving, for example, and still be visually aware of the presence of angels without your driving safety being compromised.

Of course angels, being pure spirit, don’t have a literal physical appearance, but what we see somehow corresponds in some fundamental ways to their essence. When we see into spirit, what we’re seeing is more like an analogy, a metaphor that helps our human minds interface with spirit.

So here we have the Orange Angel with wings in her hair (why not?) and a calm sideways look as if she’s just become aware that we can see her.

Guess she wasn’t expecting that.

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Watchful

watchful

Just watchful. Relaxed. Alert.

And ready. Definitely ready.

But it may not be what you think. This is a modern man at a 21st century powwow, thoroughly living in the now world, and at the same time standing in oneness with his ancestors.

Who also lived in their now world.

Standing as someone who refuses to be co-opted by the current madness.

Not trendy, though occasionally trending.

Knowing deeply who he is, a two legged creature among the four leggeds, the sky beings, those who fly and those who crawl or swim, the star beings, and the tall ones, those whose lives are measured in millennia, and those whose lives flash like a spark before they’re gone.

Relaxed. Alert.

Alive.

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Night Blooms

night-blooms

So few flowers bloom at night, it’s almost an oxymoron. But some do, and they’re all the more precious because of it.

In many ways, we are now in a time of darkness in our world, perhaps entering an even darker time. There have been others, some much worse, and the cusp we are now on could actually go either way.

The flowers can’t hold back the darkness. But they can bring life and beauty to the darkness. Those who do, do a great service to us all. They remind us to hold on until the dawn.

And there is always a dawn.

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The Turban

Turban

A Cherokee type of headwear, picking up on some exotic imports from the far east via a visit to the English king in 18th century London. Lots of different styles according to clan and individual taste, they were all the rage for the well dressed Cherokee man for a good hundred years, give or take.

So back then it wasn’t the guys wearing turbans that were the terrorists, it was the guys pouring out of the tall ships with the funny three cornered hats and foreign religious ideas that were running amok tearing up the joint and generally making everybody’s life miserable.

Funny how things change.

But then, sooner or later, they always do.

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