House up High

A two day weekend road trip extended hour-by-hour, day-by-day into a marvelous ten day adventure. Our car seemed to be drawn into northern Spain and the southwest coast of France. The fatigue and feverish want to 'leave it all behind' finally prevailed and grabbed hold of the wheel. A great relief!  But where exactly were we going? That did not matter. Time and change of clothes was of little concern. The sole necessities for this improvised 'escape to eden' was diesel, food and lodging. Yes, when the force of the universe harkens, intuition ushers us with swift certitude, inevitably reuniting us with cosmic balance, with our true selves. On this journey, that place unmistakably revealed itself at the Atlantic ocean's edge, where the awe of nature compassionately jolted my mind with vitality and my heart with gratitude. The vast spectrum of color, size and texture that I witnessed could not but ignite every nerve ending. Purpose, passion and humility awakened my lost lungs with each cold and exhilarating breath.  And slowly, as the awe and salt cleared my weary eyes, I recognized life as not just something to paint but instead that it is in itself the art- painting of all paintings.  Suddenly, I was no longer standing before an ocean shore or under pregnant clouds. I was standing before myself. Yes I recognized this exquisite, dynamic canvas as life itself. The painting that could not exist without us nor us without it. ~

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