I feel a bit of a cold coming on. Max and I just returned from the river and I’ve had two pieces of toast slathered with peanut butter and raspberry jam and I’m presently sipping my third and last cup of coffee.
Before heading to the studio, I want to write a brief post to acknowledge just how beautiful it was to visit the river, in the rain. Every day brings its shift in weather and atmosphere and every day brings to mind a different perspective, colour and life force. I am just so grateful.
At the prompting of my friend, Nina Weaver, I read, with great attention, the first chapter of John’s gospel and I felt, as I read, that I am getting stronger over these difficult days. Restorative yoga has been very beneficial to me, in the fact that daily, I am more conscious of breath…taking in healing and releasing suffering. It’s a bit of a daily prayer for me now. Life will always be different, without my brother’s booming voice being a part of it, but let’s face it, I carry him with me. And so, today, I will bring him with me, into the studio to paint.
Watching the birds at the pond and now the river, is such a part of my mental, emotional and spiritual health. I can not explain to my readers how entering into the watchfulness and presence of such vulnerable creatures is healing and even sustaining. Focus moves away from self and ego and returns to the other…and to what is necessary to wholeness and health. I am inspired every day.
Why did I decide to post today? Well, I gain much through the act of writing, the practice of writing. I don’t want to lose touch with that. It was very hard to be caring for brother at the same time as my computer sunk like a stone. Yes, I filled some journal pages and I wrote in the margins of my Bible, but writing didn’t feel as available through that period. Writing allows my heartache to tumble out, releasing a particular tension. I don’t want to take the purchase of a laptop for granted, just as I never want to take the act of painting for granted again.
First to come in the spring, were the Magpies. Then, the Canada Geese, the Mallards and the Common Goldeneyes. At the same time, before snow left, the Robin’s song could be heard. The House Sparrows gathered once again, in a flurry, at my back yard bird feeder. European Starlings, Common Mergansers, Red Necked Grebes and more. My friends at Frank Lake have photographed so many gorgeous birds. At my river, I don’t see the American Avocets or the Stilts. However, I have been amused and in love with interactions with these birds in the past. I am very much about staying close to home these days; my energy is still quite low and so, I certainly don’t look for places to go or things to do. The next few photographs represent a few of the birds I’ve enjoyed this spring and ones that have built up the life force within me.
You may wish to click on the image to enlarge. As well, here are two photographs of Mr. as he returned to the nest with a fish off of the Bow River. For those of you know me, I don’t know how to pan, so the fact that I managed even two poorly focused images of Mr. in flight, is quite an accomplishment. Have a beautiful day!
