Hope 68

 Hope 68

Oil on Wood

6"X6"

I started this day with a walk down Tennessee Valley Trail with a good friend.  That would have been enough to lift me up;  bright blue sky, crisp October air, walking and talking, peace and quiet, away from the world.

Then a red-tailed hawk appeared overhead. What a show! Could it be my mother blowing a kiss from the great beyond? 

As the day unfolded, the worries of the world seeped in and anxiety returned.

I am ending this day with this little homage to magical moments that still can be had, while listening to Bach's Morimur, Ciaccona for solo violin and four voices. Sublime.

There's Hope.