“Life is to be felt, not just figured out.” - Thomas Hardy

Lately I’ve been feelin. Feeling my space, the clarity and revelations in my body electric. Letting the intuitive lifeforce have it’s way with me. It’s been a little rad, all this aliveness.

It’s as though I’ve reached a clearing, cresting a ridge in the textural landscape that has provoked tensions, snags and unravelings of inner and outer perceptions. My senses are keen from the embodied ecology of that fragment of this starfire’s odyssey.

At the turn of the year, there was a shift in my creative play at the studio. The Cloud Forest series had commenced and was shifting into explorations into the buena vista of the greater unknown. I’m at ease with the ambiguity, the paradox and finding that spot where logical boundaries blur (in more than just play with color). I relaxed into it.

Much has been cleared, and much has been re-membered. If I was to have tea with Hatter, I believe he’d tell me that I have my Muchness back. (Maybe it’s all the green juice?)

And now, after all the passing landscape, I’m above treeline. It’s beautiful, and exposed. I feel the elements on the vulnerable pulse of my soul, all that emanates from my core creates the shield from the elements here.

What do you need? I asked myself.
you need to let it come in -
all the way in -
feel it all the way to the deep down
from flesh and bone to the infinite expanse -
and feel the earth rise up
to meet it -
in you. was the answer.