That Ancient Dance of Light and Shadow…
Palm Song Nocturne P. Crockett
Just fascinates me. Always has.
It might not be obvious at first, but a dark background can make the colors flung upon it really “pop.” I first really learned that doing the painting below, Night Garden. It was such fun, laying on the blue and deep purple and then splashing it lightly with water “flicked” from my fingers. (My hosts were less pleased than I, it seems, with the blue mess all over their patio floor the next morning, and asked me to clean it up. I was fine with that, so long as I didn't have to mess with my canvas!)
The "a-HA" moment I describe came to me when I started outlining the trees opposite the pool in light blue, over doxanine purple. The brush danced as of its own accord, and what was coming to life took my breath away. No, that's not really it; the experience resists the imprisonment of clunky words. I had an experience, and it carried the inviting scent of Grace just as the breezes along the shore deliver the smell of sea and salt along with their coolness. I was so "in the picture," I was out of it. I hope you will "read between the lines," here.
One can never know when or if such moments may be coming, but such glimpses of that Great Mystery have saved me. I disappear into the painting, as easy as each breath, and shed the existence I know for one much greater. Who cares if it's temporary? No one ever said an experience must have durability to matter. To paraphrase Robert Frost, "I have become as one acquainted with the colors of night."
Night Garden P. Crockett
When I recall such moments, simple and sweet, I cannot doubt that I have been blessed. And the way that works, is: if you have been blessed, you are blessed. (Remember that in the realm of Spirit, as in that of quantum physics, there is no time.)
That is a promise, but an interesting one. It may be so, no matter what. But it only matters if you allow the possibility, and dare claim such memories as your very own, and perhaps bring them along with you as your journey leads you ever forward.
Moon Dance, Miami Shores P. Crockett
More later.
