|Blue (M.A. Reilly, August 2021, Redemption Bay, Seward, Alaska)|
I love the idea of self-forgetting and all of the possibilities that get folded into it such a state. It's what I experience when I am involved in something intense, like making images, painting, teaching, or deep learning. This poem by David Whyte reminds me of the importance of movement. All things living move. Some mornings I wake and wonder, what road beckons? What path just beyond myself--be it made of dirt, asphalt or water--do I now need to know?
Moving beyond myself--the often too-comfortable place--is in fact where I most need to be.