(one of) Dean's Birds / 6x6 / Oil
I'm sitting in a house full of twinkling colored lights, alone, candles flickering, flames in the fireplace confined by their man-made limits. I hear the gas logs hissing, the furnace blowing warm air into an already warm room, the ice maker periodically regurgitating it's bounty and shocking me from my reverie, the tick tick of my fingers as my thoughts slowly take form in print. I am blessed in so many ways.
It's fully dark now, and I've left the blinds open so I can add the neighbor's Christmas lights to my collection. An artist's sunset tonight. Aqua sky with warm tangerine clouds, deepening shades of lavender and blue to the east. A jet heading west looked like an orange poker in the sky. I noticed how the further your eye traveled from the jet the fuzzier the contrail became, and I thought how much we are like that jet--points of blazing intention heading off into the future with our past becoming more and more blurred. It was a good reminder that all we really have is the present moment. The future--even with all our planning and intention--is untouchable. The past--even though we hate to let it go--has already faded away.
When I'm driving and realize my mind has strayed, I always bring myself back to reality by saying aloud, "Be here now, Cheryl." Tonight's jet made me realize that it's also the perfect New Year's resolution. Ignore the lure of the perfect future, and don't get caught up in the good/bad past. Live every moment in the present. Be the jet. Be here now. It's all we really have.
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PS: For those of you who have asked, my painting "Hydrangeas in Milk Can" made it into the top 15% of the BoldBrush painting competition. Thanks to all who voted, and in addition to "Being Here Now," I really am going to try to post more often! Have a wonderful 2012!







