Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Trusting that this idea was not too ambitious.
Hesitant of arriving at the point of no return only to reach it without any sight of what lies ahead.
One major leap of faith to let go of the stable trunk to grasp for a tender bud.
All one can do is try.

One of my favorite puppets from the first 10 days was the dog. I think I am getting better at making the puppets as the project has gone on.

It took a few days to develop a rhythm and to allow a process to unfold naturally and without restrictions. I said “yes” to everything. This was the result:
1.) Sketched from natural objects (branches/study skins).
2.) Practice sketched in my journal to create a memory for color and form.
3.) Conversed daily with my husband/naturalist, Michael, to discuss anatomical accuracy and overall authenticity and first impression.
4.) Formulated ideas to support the narrative part of the project. What initially catches our attention can lead to a greater curiosity about parts of supporting organisms we might not otherwise notice and appreciate.

Hope this works…been trying to post for half the day! If works will give more info about piece but tired of typing! Lol!

Two, another-time-once-begun-and-irregularly-worked-on books are scheduled to be submitted May or June. One almost sold twice but now needs updating and a ruthless editing done to it -and footnotes researched. The other evolves. I’m much clearer about the process these past 2-3 years. I understand how to approach the books now….the negative critical brain is banished and the helpful critical brain is here.
All of my illustrations are being re-designed. Even this one to fit the new page spread design better.
Diana

Day 13- Sunday 2/2/14

Silent meditation during church service today- reflecting on stillness and how for me it’s so much easier to touch the sacred when I’m outside in nature alone. But what about when it’s hectic and I’m busy rushing about? At work, with others? As the saying goes, “It’s easy to be a holy man on the mountaintop, but not so easy in the marketplace.”

Listened to song, taking about “right beneath your eyes, right in your own backyard.” Reminded me of Gangaji, Diamond in Your Pocket story about how the treasure we seek for everywhere is in our own pocket. Or the story about the “treasure being buried in our own backyard.” Is it possible that this is also true regarding the nurturing rapport with sacred? My 100 day exploration is about touching the sacred- is it possible that the portal to that, ability to do it, invoke it, bathe in it, is always with me, in my pocket, in my own backyard, even when I’m in the “marketplace”?

I love this quote:
“For many years, at great cost, I traveled through many countries, saw the high mountains, the oceans. The only things I did not see were the sparkling dewdrops in the grass just outside my door.”
Rabindranath Tagore

Fortunately there is more to this day than musing- I spent the last daylight near sunset outside snowshoeing- stillness, body working hard in deep snow, in awe of the beauty, light, and nature. “Thank you. I am here.”