One with Creation
Moments in Motion
The heavy grey clouds crawl into the valley occupying the sky above our home.
My cup of freshly pressed espresso in hand is now empty, but the coffee has not yet awakened my body or mind.
I sit quietly on the front porch watching a sliver of gold flirt with the mountain’s glamorous green skirt.
As the wind blows through our neighbor’s dandelion farm, little wishlings disperse into the atmosphere and so does my imagination take flight.
There is a moment just before the dew drop lets go of the pointed tip of a blade of grass and disappears from the eye forever, becoming one with the dirt, the earthworm and the cherry tree.
A moment right before the dance of dawn, when the Bohemian Waxwings sing to salute the arrival of the Sun, as they hang heavy on the prickly branches of Hawthorn bushes.
A moment when you fall asleep and wake-up not knowing exactly when and how you fell into the wide open sky of dreams.
A moment when your body remembers a familiar scent and your breath deepens without the interruption of a thought.
It's in these sacred moments that inspiration ripples from the unseen to the seen. From unimagined to experienced.
These are the moments when an artist’s salivating brush touches the edge of a still pond, or the spine of a breathing leaf - on canvas.
When the sculpture presses into the clay cheek of a saint and the mud smiles back.
It's in moments like these when I write thinking it's me capturing a scene yet it's the universe around me that travels through me and leaves behind crumbs on the screen.
