November 2, 2015 – Another Chapter Begins … on the road again.
I leave in the morning for New Hampshire to spend the night with my brother. It is he who, in 1975, introduced me to rock climbing and having an open heart to the world of the road and the wonders one encounters with an open heart, a listening ear and the ability to juggle (eggs, plates, toys, etc.). I already dreamt of flying with the birds and exploring every nook and cranny of the world. It is my brother who pointed out the path I would continue to follow. From New Hampshire, I head to Vermont to share a couple of days with Susan Abbott, an artist I cherish as a mentor and friend. I followed Susan to Provence, France. My life became enhanced and forever changed. I then return to New Jersey to teach a one day workshop to artists. Many have become dear to my heart. The next day I board a plane for California, returning to a terrain to which I bonded at the age of fourteen. I’ve reconnected with those steep hills and live oaks of the Bay Area over the last three years. A community of friends has grown in each of the places to which I return and I am grateful to share time and adventures with these treasures friends. Behind, in New Jersey, I leave a husband, Tom, who knows that I will wither and die if my wings are clipped. He also knows I will return to him. I hope he knows how much I treasure that deep love, trust and understanding.
I am more fragile than I appear. The universe is as beautiful as it is frightening. The infinite possibilities it offers each and every day to everyone who views it with open eyes and open heart, leaves me stumbling, caught between earth, air and the cosmos. I love sharing this experience and helping to make it real for others who suffer, as I do, from insatiable curiosity.
Just as the tide alters the curves of the Bullwhip Kelp upon the sandy shore, I’m forced to bend with the elements and I welcome that prodding. Last year, I looked down and saw the kelp move like a dancer upon the sand. I looked up to see more than a dozen condors fly with the paragliders who welcomed me into their circle and allowed me to fasten the tandem harness around me and run off the cliff to fly. I have planned, for over a year, to paint the landscape that moves beneath us as we soar. I’m ready. Every detail of the painting gear is worked out and secure. With cooperative weather conditions I will document, in ink and watercolor (and video), the view we see as we fly like the birds.
Blog posts might be sporadic until I return in early December.