It was from Wednesday night to Monday morning. There is something about having my feet on the ground in Maine that grounds me. It feels like I have gone home. I saw friends. Not all of my friends but a few. It was kind of a spur of the moment trip. It is amazing how just a hug and a short time spent can reinforce and strengthen the ties between myself and those friends that have been there for me for so long. I went with my son, Keenan. He went for a friend's wedding. For him to go home was also a big deal after leaving some skeletons in the closet. I wanted to support him first and foremost. I visited with him and his good friends and realized that for many of them, life has been a fight. It has not been a walk in the park. I am struck by their perseverance and strength and their desire to make it and to have their families behind them. I am struck by the lack of support that some of them have. It makes me sad but I admire them. I loved how they just wanted to talk to me . They wanted advice and support. I think they wanted the advice of a mother which unfortunately they live without . I am proud of my son and I think he recognized how fortunate he is to have the support of his family.
As some of you may know, I am in the midst of a painting challenge. It is to paint 90 paintings in 90 days ( I have decided that the days that I travel are exempt). These are very quick studies. They are painted quickly with a 15 minute commitment. It really is not about the final product but about the practice. It is about daily commitment and practice and so far, I am really enjoying it. I will get back to my larger canvases but working on paper is an interesting change. Tonight as i returned to my practice, my good friend Alane Downes sent me a message to listen to a song that she heard that made her think of me. She thought I would like it. It is called Long way home by Enter the Haggis.
Wow the lyrics spoke to me as I painted and thought of my visit to Maine.
"I feel like I've wandered most of my years... If the road is the body, then a home is the soul. I've seen country and city and I've made them both mine....It's a long way to go, It's a long, long , long way home... I stand on your front porch staring back at the rain...I guess I should have called first but it's just not my way... A suitcase of memories is what I have to show...It's a long long long way home" The actual you tube link to this beautiful song is below. Thank you Alane!
Colorado and Maine are both home to me. I stand back in the majesty of the mountains of the west and feel gratitude that I was able to go home even if for just a minute.
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