“The biggest adventure you can take is to live the life of your dreams.” – Oprah Winfrey
“All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost.
The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.” – J.R.R. Token
To live the life of our dreams, we visualize and edit what we want our lives to look like.
How big do we want to make it? How small do we want to manage?
What do we leave in, and what do we crop out?
When do we make changes, and when do we surrender?
Who do we ask for guidance; someone who’s older and wiser
or possibly someone younger and quicker? Whoever, let’s make room for those to help us get it just right –
editors we trust for varied perspectives, and
who’s insight inspires and ignites.
Ultimately, it’s up to us to decide what we want our individual lives to look like,
but at the end of the road, may we gather together
marvel at our cropped masterpieces,
our dreams we’ve brought to life.
“Crop Til You Drop”
48″ x 40″ residential installation 07.24.2020
“Crop Til You Drop”
On this cloudy day in Phoenix, I raced home in-between jobs to walk my dog. As we walked, I repeatedly encouraged her to hurry up,
but she insisted on leading, just taking her time – sniffing every shrub, every piece of gravel.
Feeling like I had no choice,
I stopped pushing. I stopped coaxing.
By giving in and allowing her to lead, I followed my dog to this fabulous orchid tree, in full bloom, blocking today’s cloudy skies.
How many times have I led the way along this sidewalk – hurriedly led the way, while missing this place that’s home to this tree?
Too many to count.
“Let her lead and have the strength to follow.”
It feels great to learn to let go and let someone else lead the way,
especially when that someone is my dog, with a nose better than mine,
who’s able to sniff out the goodness, most definitely, better than me.
The howling wind on top of this hill costumed these cypress branches and formed this ghostly hollow –
a hollow, eerily decorated, leading us into the spirit of Halloween.
from my ghostly hollow to yours…
“Our egos are not our amigos” – a yoga mantra
“Highway 128 is our filter” – Anderson Valley, Mendocino County
Thank you, Dad, for not giving me toys but for taking me places.
Happy Father’s Day!
I wouldn’t joke ORCHID you,
it’s spring in the desert.