(May 2017, Woodside, CA)
Excerpt from an email I wrote to a friend:
. . . This week has been a reflective one, experiential really.
After a year, I finally made my way back to Methuselah--an enormous,
old-growth redwood off Skyline Blvd in Woodside [ . . . ] I had put off revisiting it for personal reasons.
However, as I made my way along CA 35 several days ago, surrounded by
endless towering redwoods on both sides, I experienced a feeling I
haven't felt in a long time: home.
I ended up spending two days in the pullout right next to Methuselah, setting up studio and painting in my car. And during that time, I reflected. About the present, the past, as well as the unknown future. I thought about my relationships, about people and places, about ideas and the opportunities that come and the opportunities that fall away (either by circumstances beyond our control or by our own undoing). More importantly though, I just allowed myself to be [ . . . ] In a way, you can say this overdue visit to Methuselah was a deep cleansing for my soul and spirit.
I ended up spending two days in the pullout right next to Methuselah, setting up studio and painting in my car. And during that time, I reflected. About the present, the past, as well as the unknown future. I thought about my relationships, about people and places, about ideas and the opportunities that come and the opportunities that fall away (either by circumstances beyond our control or by our own undoing). More importantly though, I just allowed myself to be [ . . . ] In a way, you can say this overdue visit to Methuselah was a deep cleansing for my soul and spirit.
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To let be
release
lose
Find.
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