This afternoon I returned from a short but sweet trip to Maine.
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.
Thank you for reading!
With love,
Stacia
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.
Thank you for reading!
With love,
Stacia
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