I leave next week for St. Thomas. I thought I would be staying with a friend, but someone just offered us a free apartment. The power of waiting is amazing! In the passed, I would have pushed to get this all set up months ago. We would have paid more than was wise for a much shorter time. My body really can't tolerate the cold as it once did, so knew that I something would happen to help me and I waited. Really it can together at the very last moment. Part of me still can't believe my good fortune! I am extremely grateful!
What I love about St. Thomas is the intensity of the light. It fills you like glass is filled with water. You become infused with the sun. When mystics speak of seeing the light of God, they are not speaking of the light of the sun. And yet, in St. Thomas it becomes clearer that the two lights are one and it is only our eyes and minds which divide them.
I have not felt the desire to paint for quite a while. I have focused on drawing, etching & sculpture. Color is nothing more than reflected light and perhaps knowing the intensity of light I shall soon encounter, I begin to feel the colors of my painting again. It’s a bit like seeing something out of the corner of your eye. You sense it's there but you can't understand it fully. I won't think of what I will paint; that I will let flow through me when the time arrives. But it seems clear that I will be painting.
Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love, O beloved of
my heart- this golden light that dances upon the leaves, the
seidle clouds sailing across the sky, this passing breeze leaving its
coolness upon my forehead.
This morning light has flooded my eyes- this is thy
message to my heart. Thy face is bent above, they eyes looked
on my eyes, and my heart has touched thy feet.
-Tagore (Gitanjali #59)