Looking Back 2
Oil on Wood
Another in the end of the island series. Actually there are 4 or 5 of them now. I just haven't gotten around to posting them.
As for me, I am not looking back. Nor forward. Just being right here where I am which is a pretty good place to be.
Last night I stumbled upon the you tube video of David Hockney- Painting the Tunnel. Best lesson I've ever had. Just watching him paint. and the great sound effects of his Wellies in the muddy water underfoot. I went to sleep dreaming of what today would bring.
And then it began, early this morning, in the middle of the path on the way to the beach, a beautiful turtle sunning itself. Felt like a good omen for sure.
Rosie and I went for a row. Soft, silky water reflecting a cloudless sky. Ever so slight breeze. Death and dying were on my mind, having read Rebecca Dana's touching account of Nora Ephron's memorial. I share Martin Short's belief that when people die, "... they zoom into the souls of the people who love them most.” I thought of all the loved ones I carry with me. My parents and grandparents and friends who have gone. And those who are ailing that I hold in my heart. More. Always more. The sadness that settles deep down, but also the sheer joy of having shared their lives.
I wondered if one could explode from the fullness of it all.