Looking Up

Stars Over Manataka

I know that creativity is alive and well within me when I awaken in the pre-dawn hours with ideas that I cannot let go of, when I am inspired to rise and begin my day holding on to that consciousness rather than releasing it back into the ether to vanish like some forgotten dream.

When I was much younger, I spent a great deal of time outdoors, quite familiar with the vastness of space.  I completely understood that if I removed myself from sources of interference on any given clear night, I could see into the universe ad infinitum.  With age, it became more difficult I suppose, to simply remove myself from the interference and look up.

Lately, I’ve been looking up again as if I have stumbled on to some new revelation and I’ve got to tell you, I’m excited about it.  You see, I am beginning to understand that there is a repeating pattern in all of nature.  Think about the seasons, there is spring, summer, fall, winter and then spring once again, ad infinitum.  There is day, night and then day again, ad infinitum.  There is awakening, sleep and then another awakening, ad infinitum.  Can the same be said of life and death?

This is heavy stuff and it probably should remain in the pages of my private journal but this is afterall 2012 and there are plenty of reasons to ponder weighty subjects these days.  I often wonder what season it is within our country, there is so much anger, fear and division and it seems as though people really don’t listen to one another.  On a global scale a lot of scary things are happening, what season is it?  If life as we know it no longer exists, then what? Somehow, some way, I believe that we, as the human race are about to remove ourselves from all of the interference and look up once again, to awaken in a cycle of infinite possibilities.

Ad Infinitum

Once In A Blue Moon

Full Moon Over the Spanish Peaks and La Veta, Colorado

“Every Artist dips his brush in his own soul and paints his own nature into his pictures” ~ Henry Ward Beecher

There is something powerfully captivating about this land, where high alpine twin peaks stand alone between the Rocky Mountains and the Great Plains.  The Ute, Comanche and Apache tribes called these mountains the Huajatolla(breasts of the earth) and considered this aesthetically poetic region to be sacred.  Today, these mountains are known as the Spanish Peaks and artists are drawn here from all over the world to become inspired.