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If there were a ladder reaching up to heaven, designed by an abstract artist, it might look something like this. I kinda want to climb it, don’t you?
Marsh Sunrise
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If I hop in my car and head due North, in a matter of a few minutes I’ll end up right at the edge of San Francisco Bay. I love walking out on the levees, which are teeming with wildlife: pelicans, geese, kites, ducks, sandpipers and other birds; hares; I’ve even seen some pretty impressive (non-venomous!) snakes out there. And of course lots of plant life, too — pickleweed, and grasses of all kinds.
Walking on the edge of the bay is where I’ve processed life changes, healed from broken hearts, and started to see my beloved Miracle Man for the keeper he is. It’s a place that’s very dear to me. This painting captures the evanescent quality of sunsets by the water.
Tendrils
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The drips and jagged lines on this piece feel like growing tendrils, peeking up through soil the way new aspects of our identity peek out — so fragile, and yet strong enough to crack rocks over time.
(The stick was so wet with ink when I went to draw the first tendril that it dripped! So I added more drips. When something happens that I didn’t originally intend, my philosophy is to find a way to feature it. 🙂 )
Zen
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When I sit in silence on my meditation cushion, I endeavor to focus my mind on my breath. Thoughts inevitably come in, but that’s not a problem — this is the practice: noticing the thoughts, then simply letting them go and returning my focus to my breath, gently, and with self-compassion.
(Since I notice my mind wandering approximately a thousand times during each ten-minute sit, meditation is, therefore, one of the most effective ways to practice self-compassion! I call it a self-contained self-compassion machine. 🙂 )
Bubbles
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Remember that magical feeling of blowing soap bubbles for the first time? They seemed like fairies, like tiny worlds. And when they landed on you and didn’t pop, it left you breathless for a moment.
Breath, air, color, rainbows, ephemera. A microcosm of life.
