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When Fear Falls Away

12/8/2017

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 "When Fear Falls Away" - acrylic on reclaimed wood (press or cabinet door), 22" x 15.5".  Inquiries.  Available at the Olive Stack Gallery.

Howling winds shaking the windows, then sleeting rain, gloves, hats and boots.  A cold front camped in our lovely Listowel.  It was a good day to paint. 

Sadly, it was also the last full day for my sweet guest, writer Avery Caswell (aka Leslie).  She made full use of the time, visiting the Seanchi and walking in the footsteps of the great writers from County Kerry.  And then she brought me vegetable soup from Lynch's Bakery,  which went nicely with Penguins and Jaffa Cakes.  The Stackmobile kidnapped Leslie for another whirlwind tour (this one local) to be sure she saw every last thing possible before heading home.

I've been reading  When Fear Falls Away by Jan Frazier.  It was recommended by artist Dotty Seiter, whose daily blog delights me like no other.  I sit in the coffee shop each morning, watching window theater from the other side of the street, reading this book and contemplating my surreal life.  And then this passage, which helped me reconcile the feeling of home I have both here and there:  There is just one word that comes to me: dwell.  I have always loved that word, and that name for a place one lives, a dwelling.  Life as a dwelling.  A welling.  Well up, spill and spill, until the whole world is spilled over, swollen, swelling.  Dwelling.  Life as a dwelling.  Brilliant.  I can be at home wherever I am truly dwelling (and welling and swelling and spilling).  Like a turtle with its shell, I am dwelling.

​A random ice event sent passers by ducking for cover today.  Tiny snowballs hurling from the sky.  Someone up there has a strange sense of humor.
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Leslie and Damian head off on the last tour...
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Tiny snowballs in the window planters

​The day ended with empty plates, full bellies (thanks, Damian and Joan!!!) the ceremonial carving of a name in a table and a trip in the darkness to the cliffs of Ballybunion and up to the top of the mountain...the twinkling lights of Listowel far below.
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And so we bid adieu to the lovely Leslie, with just enough time to get the Princess Suite ready for two new guests on Saturday.  I hope they will be willing to bring me soup.
7 Comments
Ron
12/8/2017 06:52:30 am

Very nice!!! Dwell on in your magical land - and wishing safe passage home for you visitor.

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jen
12/8/2017 07:23:28 am

Thank you!!! It is hard to believe two weeks have passed already...

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Dotty Seiter link
12/8/2017 12:43:17 pm

"When Fear Falls Away"—unflappably centered, fully grounded in dwelling here and now in this life.

Thank you for the sweet shout-out!

Please give me the art history of the bottom left corner of this painting, which I ADORE!

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jen
12/8/2017 01:33:33 pm

Dotty!!!! Thank you dear one! And for your blog, which delights me. :) The bottom left...free journaling. One direction. Then turn. Another direction. Then turn. Another direction over that. All my intentions and words and inspiration, hidden, but in plain view. Artist ink over acrylic.

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Dotty Seiter link
12/8/2017 01:44:54 pm

Way cool! Thank you for confirming my guesses. Definitely something I will try my hand at. I've done other variations but not this one. It opens doors. : )

Carol
12/8/2017 01:06:59 pm

Love the pensive look in her eyes. Has 2 weeks passed.
When you are enjoying time seems to fly by. Sending you sun!

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jen
12/8/2017 01:34:19 pm

Thank you, Carol!!!! Two weeks ago today this journey began. Where has the time gone????

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