The incident of the mask has made me think about boundaries
I thought I had a strong boundary in place by wearing a mask
Yet I still got hurt…
How often do I think my boundaries are strong when they are not?
How often do I think I am doing the right thing but in reality I am doing it in the wrong way?
How do I know?
Wise friends are needed
Filters on reality…
The shore is a boundary
The boundary shifts with the tide
Out and in breathing the moon
Eternal rhythm washing
The boundary can be shallow deep
Storms bring debris and treasures
The boundary between life and death
Breathe the wind
My dad died this year and sometimes I feel like I am drowning
I have time
Allow feel again
Trust depth breath thought … the direction of the tide
Go go go, float away, let go … be brave – glide
The water is too cold for me to swim!
Once I was held upside down in water
I drowned and was reborn
My body flowed like never before
I was grateful to be guided there
The water was warm
I loved the people who showed me the water
Little by little I let go
The sea helps
I chose to paint the place where sea meets land
To really see the edge of the world
Painters paint not because they want to
But because they have to
It sounds pretentious right? But it is true
Why would you do it other wise?
‘Painting is with me but another word for feeling.’ John Constable