Even in our most perfect circumstance, even when we know we are home … roots cross our path. We can choose to drag our toes across, or to step a bit higher. We can ignore the roots, or we can stop to touch the tender moss … silently creeping its way to the sunlight.
Today I am here, amongst the roots, deciding how I will be. I choose to relish in the moss and soak up the sunshine.
One word floats through my mind over and over, as it has for days now. Shanti ~ the precious and ancient Sanskrit word meaning Peace.
I will eventually paint this on a wall in my home … so decided to make a practice piece on wood.
As I sketched and painted in my most serene blue, and my clearest white, my pencil and brush felt as ancient as this word … Shanti. It is washed, and sketchy, with pencil marks showing at the edges, and it is spiritually imperfect, just as the lines on my hands.
It was a beautiful practice, out in the sunshine. This piece is 12″ x 36″, on a lovely boxed birch canvas. It is available for purchase. Please let me know if it speaks to you. If you prefer a different color, I would be honored to create a meditative Shanti piece for you, in the color of your choice.
Peace among the roots. Sunshine among the wildflowers.
Take special good care of you,
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