The highest good is like water.
Water gives life to ten thousand things and does not strive.
It flows in places men reject and so is like the Tao.
In dwelling, be close to the land.
In meditation, go deep in the heart.
In dealing with others, be gentle and kind.
In speech, be true.
In ruling, be just.
In business, be competent.
In action, watch the timing.
No fight: No blame.
Go backwards to go forwards – words come to mind.
Walking backwards – remembering how it enlivens the back, empowers forward walking, changes habits. Imagining Alexander Technique hands on my back, calling my presence back, back to your back, come home.
Maisie looked confused, wondering which way we were going? Good question Maisie!
Another day spent tidying artwork, looking for space, slightly frustrated. I want to sit down and paint and let the beautiful words from the Tao flow through. A day’s not long enough! A lament!
Again – go backwards to go forwards…
I work on a painting in oil for a short while, adding a layer. Backwards to resolve. Backwards to complete.
Then walk Maisie. Bitterly cold wind, a hat, a hoodie, the hood of the coat. The words – slow down enough to see.
It takes time to slow down. The irony doesn’t escape me, days pass fast. So much to do, self care a challenge. Maisie needs to run. No time for the Tao!
The beech trees are dying, their ancient feet in water. Remnants of wire scar their trunks, grimacing faces. Tree people.
I photograph the same trees over and over for years.
The last photo homeward inspires.
The woodpecker had eaten a tree.
An idea for a drawing pops.
And there it is! Reconnecting to an idea during first lockdown: I attempted to write a children’s story to illustrate. A story felled when a friend pecked holes in it. I cried, heartbroken.
No blame, time changes everything.
I’ll paint to plant trees.
Painting – ‘Ascension’, Oil on Canvas, 100 x 150 cm Work in progress.