here’s one of my favorite images from 2013… taken on Loch Ness in Scotland this past fall.
I’d like to express my deep gratitude to all those who’ve been part of my life, through my art, through love, friendship, business, or whatever…. 2013 was a lot of ups and downs… much learning. although difficult, i wouldn’t trade a second of my experiences.. like the silence watching the sun set in this image.. in complete awe of my surroundings and all the beautiful places i was fortunate enough to see.. this planet is a pretty amazing place.
through the coming year, i hope we all remember how lucky we are to be here having this experience. it doesn’t matter where you’re at in life. as long as you have breath, it is possible to find your still-point… .. .
Today is also the first of two new moons this January… :)
“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
~ Franz Kafka