Winter Wanderings

Autumn is my favorite season, but my heart holds quite a bit of love for Winter too. I love the crisp feel of winter air and walking among the bare trees I adore. There's a stillness in winter that's perfect for introspection--for listening. Have you ever stopped to listen to the earth? I spend a lot of time listening and thinking, wandering and daydreaming. It's where my art is born. If I don't have that stillness my focus becomes cloudy and my thoughts are lost to chaos of our modern world. 

For the most part I'm able to keep my focus with short daily walks. They are part meditation and part creative process, both end up filling a need. And of course, I often find little treasures along the way. The feather I photographed below belongs to a Mourning Dove--I think! 

My daydreams and wanderings always make their way into my art. I have little sketches and ideas jotted on slips of paper all over my table. I try to keep it in order. That usually lasts about a week. I find I'm most open to my art when I have everything I need around me. If I tuck it all away, the visions fade away.

One of the benefits of living in the country are the magnificent sunsets I get to see. The ones from my front door aren't too bad either.

The land is a being who remembers everything.
— Joy Harjo

Some of this post appeared in my January Newsletter - Into the Wild.