acrylic on canvas
It was autumn, or perhaps early winter. The backpack on my back was heavy, but my legs felt light. I was making my way toward the mountain shelter of Ivine Vodice, determined to arrive before dark. My mind quieted, and my heart took over. Although I knew the path well, I didn’t take it for granted.
In nature, I find it easiest to be truly present. Present with myself, with the forest, the earth, the grass, leaves, and stones underfoot. Present with the sky above and the fragrant air around me. Here and now, without dwelling on yesterday or worrying about tomorrow. Present with gratitude for all that is.
And then the magic happened.
The setting sun cast an enchanting light, transforming everything around me and within me. I paused, mesmerized, as that magical light quietly guided me into new dimensions—dimensions of fresh colors, shapes, and spaces.
For a moment, I was elsewhere. Until a cold breeze brought me back, and I took a step, returning to this world once more.
