Coming Up For Air

Funny how the mind can get sucked up by the outer swirlings and goings on of Mother Nature.  I suspect that my mental compass and energy level has been affected with the recent local floods and flash floods, county civil defense sirens constantly running across the television screen and the loud emergency alerts on our cell phones.  Nerves jangled, raw edges, hoping for the best.

The crazy hurricane scares and torrential downpours served to highlight the need for time off from the routine and search out my favorite source of mental, emotional, physical, and creative R & R.  Sometimes that is what I need to unravel the tight noose around my energy field.

Hopping to another island is my sanctuary and haven, my release and recharge location, my deep ocean of inspiration, my world of reinvention and reassessment.

I’ve come up for air, finally, and my lungs are full of fresh clean mountain air with a hint of ocean spray.  Perfect blend.

My break took the edge off and I am back in the studio working on large canvases.  Trying for 5 to 7 new works of art by the end of March.  I don’t know if I can handle that tall order, with the holidays just around the corner, but I am definitely giving myself permission to accomplish this task…challenge…goal.  I’m on it!

My deadline is an new exhibit off island.  It’s good for me to have deadlines that I know are obtainable.  Now I ride the wave of creative energy in my painting studio.

Here’s a sneak peek at what is unfolding.  Reminding myself to always, always, always enjoy the ride.