One Degree

I am fascinated by how huge an uplift in spirit the littlest shift in orientation can create.

Something transposes maybe 1º, maybe even less, and suddenly I am all flow and intuition again.

At a surface level I don't know where I am or what I'm doing any more than I did two days ago, but now I find myself accessing a wordless, mind-less inner knowing that propels me forward with engagement, working as if in a different world altogether from the one where I usually reside.

Details of that inner knowing:

Is That a Clearing?

After bushwhacking with varying degrees of good humor for several days now, I think I spy a clearing ahead.

Hot damn!

My step feels lighter, my heart lifts, I hear myself humming a tune.

Not home yet, but here are some details from the thick of things:

Where Am I?

If I were working on paper I'd be at my paper trimmer, isolating a whole buncha volunteer compositions, and making a whole buncha greeting cards.

But I'm working on canvas, hiking through a holler somewhere in the hills, without a path, putting one foot in front of the other, getting scratched by prickers and slapped by low branches, all in faith that I'll eventually find my way.

Investigative details:

Halting, Stammering, Tripping

I am

halting,

stammering,

tripping over my own paintbrush,

dysfluent,

stuttering,

herky-jerky,

stopping and starting,

faltering,

lacking direction,

painting anyway

and

any way.

investigative work in progress 7/26/17

Ongoing Investigation

Rainy day.

Some temporary found compositions from my ongoing investigation:

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