Sunday, June 5, 2016

#SOL16: Nowness of Life

from my art journal with Berry poem. 6.5.16, (gesso, gouache paints, stabilo pencil, acrylic paint)

Each day I walk outside.  I thought it was the walking that mattered so, but realize that it is the walking and that I do so outside.  It is the communing with nature that is particularly centering. There's a poem by wendell Berry, The Peace of Wild Things, in which the speaker tells us how he comes "into the peace of wild things/who do not tax their lives with forethought/of grief." Grief is taxing.

I walk each day to remember my small place within it and to feel the nowness of living. Some days, I remember that this is enough.


  1. Walking outside is very therapeutic. Found walking in the rain especially helpful. Sometimes it just hides the tears.

  2. I can't seem to walk outside alone. With friends yes but alone, I can't find my path.
    Love that quote and your art.


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