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Sunday, March 13, 2011

The Path Less Traveled

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A short story of where my feet have wandered over the past two weeks.
I left the wilderness of the North in a flurry of snow; unheard of drifts piled along these ocean highways, pristine crystal structures glinting in turn as they fell fast and thick, then melted in a blaze of sun.  As the ice clung I drove slow, mesmerized: This winter I've been touched with a sort of reverse seasonal affect disorder - a slight panic with the lack of cold, a deep desire to see fat flakes dusting the earth, a pining for the ache of cold that reminds us just how alive we are.  In truth, I've prayed for winter to touch down on this coastal town.  And on the day I drove out, the day I finished radiation, the snow fell and I laughed out loud, childlike in sheer delight.  I felt like Noah seeing the rainbow, the dove returning with the branch.  As though the snow was my very own promise of life after the flood.
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Two words: sugar coma.  And red dye number 40 be damned, but that cake quite literally took the cake, reducing a gaggle of grown women to squealing and clapping like preschoolers at a roller skating party.  A party with lemon drops made by the pitcher that is.  Nothing like getting tipsy with the fam, eh?
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I played with fire.
I smacked hammers.
I snuggled with the studio mascot.
The truth is, I am ever hungry to learn, hungry to explore new art forms and determine if and how they compliment and inform my own art.  I never want to grow stale, trapped in the verbiage of labels ("I am a painter" or "I am a seamstress."  No, I am a free ARTIST, and the song of my soul is as complex as the movements of my fingertips and the truth I seek is the translation of the message written on my heart).
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In the expanse of coming Spring, I stretch out my fingers and feel only sunshine.  There is peace cultivated here, heart-space, head-space, space to expand my ribcage wide, space to feel the beating of my living.  All nature intrinsically knows the globe turns, the seasons come, and the sun will warm our bones.
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Over the course of two weeks I felt the chill of snow numbing my toes, the wind whipping my skirts into an inappropriate frenzy, the rain thundering, rainbows spanning the skies and the turn of the tide as bare skin answered the call of the spring.  The day I drove out, the hillsides grew lush and the sky flushed cobalt, cumulous clouds hung like accessories.

I can hardly believe it's already been two weeks.  Today the rain is pouring down sideways, a purr machine is flicking his tail on my lap and my house feels like Sunday.  I'm home.  And I've missed you like the dickens.  Let's make some magic, ok?

~ Umber ~


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Tess J. said...

You are back!! So great to see you and see how your weeks were :) I am so glad you had the time to celebrate proper.
You are a magic rainbow love.

Enchante' said...

My heart is bursting with delight for you, love,
I'm ecstatic to see what your fast mind and nimble fingers can combine in creative art: both wearable and for the home and heart!

Heavens, I am captivated by that cake... {and those legs} tell me you just took it all in for a good long moment and then went to town for the both of us, for all of us:)


UmberDove said...

Tess, I like you.

MD - Oh you better believe it! We tried to make it last, but what with all the celebrating we had to do, I'm afraid the cake was short lived!

Snailentina said...

Missed you so much! Looks like so much fun and a rainbow cake sounds like a great way to celebrate, so does wearing mustard tights :D

Joyful said...

Love the fun post. It's filled with beautiful photos and your wonderful prose too. And on top of it all a rainbow cake. I've never seen one before but it looks like a lot of fun! Have a wonderful, wonderful week.

UmberDove said...

Ladies, I can not sing the praises enough, NOR claim any credit for the rainbow cake - that gastronomic delight was ALL the making of my sister (who is a culinary genius - the kitchen IS her studio).

Anonymous said...

Welcome back darling dove

love and light

Anonymous said...

Yay! Rainbow cake!

Kathleen said...

Welcome home!

MrsLittleJeans said...

Welcome indeedo!

Anonymous said...

loven' those mustard tights ; )

Abigail Jasmine said...

Umber dove,
Such beauty! God is soooo good!!!!

That cake looks so amazing~ Korean cakes here look delish with all of their decor, but Koreans dislike sweets so it's disappointing when you bite in & it's so bland!

Love your photography!

Lots of love!

Tess J. said...

I like you right back soul sistah. Now come model for me in Maine this summer. You can stay with me :)