By an escape artist
Floatsom and Jetsom, my life balances between glimps of calm abiding and wonders of the world. In awe of just about everything, easily distracted with curious founds, lost treasures…happily I surrender into wonder of the uniqueness in each moment.
Why just today I captured a moment while reading a note from my gallery. Lost in the magic of connection, my mind scans the events that brought together a prize!
So much gratitude for the people in my life I rub shoulders with, perhaps to get the fairy dust on me too! This spiral of life right this moment glitters with a finery clearing my vision quest, bifocal merge to view my escape artist world.
Delighted, we won! For an instant I am on top of the world this moment. Breathe, calm abide with my breath, shamata. The grand illusion mists. The balance of lost and found, sealed by the escape artist in me affirms my presence. Enough, fully quenched, perfectly satiated I rub my solar plexus, mind wonders marveling at words a instant vision of our vast Sun that places itself Center above my belly I breathe in again, feelings of deepest love warm every morsel of my being. Just for this moment I fully inhabit my wild ride.
But once a year our festive season comes. It awakens a curious need to forage in my garden, or as it happens this year forage in a glorious rainforest land
owned by Paula and Mike, all to satisfy a deep urge to embellish my Gallery window. All to punctuate a nocturnal season that awakens lucid dreams. Good cheer, peace on earth, glad tidings to all.
Together with flotsam from Tara’s beach collecting, shells collected while on Haida Gwaii. A delightful tryptych rendition of “Legacy” (compliments to Duart’s wizardry), my soulful expression of lost and found boats decorating our coast.A window festive is born.
So glad to share this with you!