Turtle power

My feet dangle off the side of the slightly wet footbridge. Large lush leaves in every hue of green gently sway in the lightly blowing winds. My ears enjoy the symphony of bird songs. Here I am taking a moment to stop along the path per usual. My turtle friend swims by reminding me to slow down, take my time, and be here now.

Slow down mind.
Slow down time.

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Storm King Art Center

I visited Storm King Art Center yesterday. It was divine. The sculptures made me think a lot about proportion and perspective. I felt tiny standing in the open fields with the massive art and large and infinite within. Balance. Perspective. Proportion.  I felt the bigness of the ideas of those artists. Every vista was visually illuminating. We are all deserving of beautiful space to create.   As I waited for the bus at the end of the day I watched the leaves fall -performance art. *Laughs Below are a few pictures and the link to the Storm King Art Center. Sidenote: Aziz Ansari’s Master of None, season 2 episode nine 9 featured this museum. Check that out too if you didn’t already binge watch it the day after it came out. I love that show.

http://stormking.org/

Art by: Ursula von Rydingsvard-Luba; Alyson Shotz- Mirror Fence; Zhang Huan- Three Legged Buddha; Tal Streeter; Endless Column; Heather Hart- Outlooks; Andy Goldsworthy- Storm King Wall; Menashe Kadishman; Suspended

Honest ’til the end of time

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When you speak to me I gaze into your third eye

Always have

So look at me in my third eye when you speak to me

This way I can see straight through that Chocolate iris and into your Indigo soul

We can’t lie when we look here

Here it is clear

Clear your words are true

True that you knew me

Before I ever met/touched/tasted/hated/

forgave and forgot  you

I am that vibration right beneath your ribs

I am in your heart where the light lives

I am those long walks you take

I am that art that you make

I am

I am

I am here

I am listening

I am trusting

We’ve grown apart to grow stronger

More growing we most do

and if the stars align just right

As the moon lights up the night

Like two trees our root systems will find one another

and pull us close

Like two trees deep in the forest we will stand

Strong silent loving swaying in the wind to the vibration of this life ’til the end of time

When you speak to me I gaze into your third eye

Always have

So look at me in my third eye when you speak to me

This way I can see straight through that Chocolate iris and into your Indigo soul

We can’t lie when we look here

Here it is clear

Clear your words are true

That you have always known me

And I have always known you

We are timeless

Ain’t no rush

I am here

I am listening

I am trusting

I am

I am

Art info:

The Goddess worshipped by the sage Chyavana from a Tantric Devi series (ca. 1660-1670)

Opaque watercolor on paper, gold, silver, and beetle wing

via Smithsonian American Art Museum (online)