Sunrise from my upstairs window–January 1, 2015, Peacham, Vermont |
Dearest
Readers,
A
year ago I asked myself what my life would look like if I had only a year to
live.
My
answer: A. Become a monk, and B. Strive to embody the virtues of Poverty
(Charity), Simplicity (Gentleness) and Honesty (Trusting my self). I’m still
unraveling these.
My
contemplative, uncluttered and creative living experiment in a furnished apartment in the North East
Kingdom of Vermont has been the result.
The Place for Seeing and Listening with Etta's Ottoman |
I
spend a part of each day looking out my upstairs window thinking and watching the
clouds slide across the sky and the snows fall. I notice the sounds of crows,
chickadees, and wind in the pines, and sometimes the smell of balsam and earth when the window is open on warmer days. The silence of winter is a dense presence
rather than an emptiness. I have the sensation of feeling the quiet like a
felted blanket. There's weight and volume to it. The continual snowfalls and the shortness of daylight lend an
existential other-worldliness to my view. The mountains, streams, and trees
endure. Outside I walk slowly among them and am dwarfed by their majesty.
A
part of each day I create. My studio is a nice, comfortable mess. It’s a
thrilling jumble of artworks, experiments and supplies. Right now I’m working on my Becoming a Tree
series of small oil paintings. Here is the latest, inspired by a fallen maple trunk
that I lay down upon last Fall.
So…Here
I go again. My spiritual path continues for another year, only this time I’ll
be sending out some tendrils of connection to the community. I have a solo show
of my hankie self-portraits at SPA gallery this winter in nearby Barre, Vermont.
I hope to blog for the Shambhala Meditation Center of St. Johnsbury, and I’ve
expressed interest in working with kids at Peacham Elementary in the
after-school programs of art, and creative field trips. The trick is to keep my
involvement simple.
Practicing
walking, thinking, painting and noticing gives me quiet hope for 2015.
Love your poetic life, Cecelia. Happy New Year to you and to dear Etta! :-) I look forward to hearing more about your evolution as a woman and artist. warm wishes, madison
ReplyDeleteHappy New year to you, Madison. I definitely will be writing about this creative journey during the year.
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