And so the inner world has become a miasma of reflecting, ruminating, regretting, celebrating and feeling - oh so much feeling. All the way to the ends of my fingertips and edges of my eyeballs. Nepo's words give purpose here. They point to the BIG REVEAL that we all face when confronted with the loss of others - the inevitable ends of our own lives. I was fighting the stream until a few days ago, when the overwhelm of exhaustion and feelings had me fed up with my own stew of sadness. And I surrendered. We have no control over this stream - who it takes, who it leaves behind. But we can "steer in the stream", accepting, seeing more easily where we can live. That's where the relief is. Where the lives of those loved and lost become even more meaningful - they point us where we can live. And so I gently steer myself to the tender and wondrous parts of the stream. I think Heidi and Dana would approve. About the art: another piece on that lusciously leathery gesso'd craft paper. Layers and layers of softly blended paint, added with brushes, sprayed, scraped away, then added again. Embracing the random textures, lines and splatters that result. Following her gaze to clearly seeing.
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6/3/2022 04:54:36 pm
Oh that tender gaze, that face speaking wordlessly of the fullness of life, and of loss, and of longing, and of seeing where we can live.
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lola (jen)
6/11/2022 04:36:43 pm
Dotty....thank you. Thank you for reading, seeing and bing there with me in the moment. Big hugs to you!!!!
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Helaine Abramson
7/20/2022 11:29:21 am
You are such a phenomenal human. I am so fortunate to have crossed your ever adventurous path while on my own path of longing & discovery.
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Lola (jen)
7/20/2022 03:56:59 pm
Helaine! OMG! How wonderful that we have cross paths and get to walk together now and again. And thank you, THANK YOU for feeling my art. That means the world!
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