Beauty of The Moment

It's been eleven years since I picked up pencil, pastels, brushes and got to "work" again. When I rendered a black Chevrolet Caprice, rolling down the highway, I didn't know the way my "third eye" would be opened at the moment. It was a painting done to celebrate my father's 75th birthday and to remind him to dream. It reminded me to dream "alive," to be awakened to the creativity that lives in me.

There's a funny thing that happens when you aren't responsive to such strong energy: it turns on you, twists in your gut and in your mind. Not allowing that creative energy to flow bottles up your own energy and manifests all sorts of "dis-ease…"

But the summer fo 2009, I let it free and it set me free! That summer, I woke early, spent time either drawing, painting or planning to do so. I must have produced at least 10 noteworthy pieces in a two month period. I was always riding on the wings of the clouds, floating over oceans and enjoying every minute of my days.

By nature, I am melancholy; it's easy to see the shadows and clouds, maybe even expect to see them when they aren't there. So mid ways through summer, when that "sense" came on me and told me that my flight would not be long, I responded "I know; just give me a minute to enjoy the sense of beauty." And it lasted a little while longer. In those minutes, I could see colors as I have never been able to see them, to imagine and render "
birds of a feather," see "through the eye of the beholder" and take heart in "the birth of…" just a few of the concepts and sensations that ran through me, for just a minute.

Eleven years ago, it was as if I left earth for a brief moment, to sit at the feet of God, to see beauty as only could be seen from the throne of God. Certainly, over the years, between testing software, preaching and teaching and shoveling snow and the many other tasks that can occupy my days, I enjoyed my minutes. But over time, I not only crashed back to earth, half expecting at some point, the only thing I would have to look forward, is retirement. But as the moments so many years ago come to mind, I am certain, even in this moment of writing, my wings flutter and spread, if only for a second.

Sit with Me Awhile

I'm up at a time I would normally be deep asleep. It's time for work! But I've been at it for at least 15 hours already. I just watched my computer take 30 minutes or more load programs; like watching paint dry or the hairs grey in my beard.

In a few minutes, I'll shut down this machine for the night. I walked passed the studio where the other work occurs…tsk, tsk, tsk! A lot of pretending and 'imagining' occurs in my head and lately, doesn't come to bear on paper and canvas. I got lots of excuses, but this is not the place to air them.

So sit with me for awhile
Bear with me as we consider how to reverse the earth's orbit
Let's churn the waters of the Atlantic
Cool off the equatorial islands
And give the blue whale flight

Take a load off
Come and sit
As I watch the mysteries of colors form
Of love grow old
And children's limbs extend beyond 2T sizes

We're in this together
In this sojourn
This long legged journey
And we aint going nowhere
Until we are gone somewhere

Sit with a brother
Who has seen mourned and laughed at a lot
Let's talk about what who did to when
And spin a tale about stuff we nothing about

Life is a funny twist of hair, of mysteries and moments when an epiphany brushes across the tops of our head and fades just as fast!