Sunday, March 24, 2013

Here Comes the Sun

Sometimes there is so much pain, every step consumes you. Your dreams become burdens. The term ‘passion’ pisses you off.  And even the angels tell you to Sleep.

Reticence, resignation, surgery. Then Rest. That being, six very uncharacteristic weeks of limited mobility, crocheting, a couple of pints of haagen-dazs and a marathon of Downton Abbey.
Then comes the call, “Would you paint a sun for me?” Free to move, you are glad for reason to learn to walk again.

42" d mural for Sol Yoga Studios, Conshohocken, PA

Then comes another call. “Would you help us build a school in Central America?”  Now there’s no need for walking lessons. You realize that you are dancing, a full circle mandala dance.

Happy Spring. Indeed.

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