There's another island not far from where I live, and when I was walking down the delightful lanes of summer homes and cottages, I spotted these poppies blazing in the late afternoon sky. I immediately wished I had my camera with me...which usually happens when you witness something spectacular--you don't have your camera with you. My next thought was of Dorothy, Scarecrow, Lion and Tin Man running through the field of poppies to OZ. What a magnificent piece of cinematography that was for that day and age. I went back this morning with my camera.
This bumble bee was enthralled with the poppies as much as I was. Try as we may it's hard to duplicate this kind of majesty. But I'm going to try. I am adding a new series of paintings to my creative to-do list. "Lille Paints Poppies". I never even knew I wanted to paint a poppy until I saw these.
My heartfelt "prayer, mantra, meditation, believing in my bones" is to be awake, open to new ideas, ways of seeing things, and, most of all, trying new things. Until I started seeking my creative side again, I didn't realize how thirsty I was. How bone dry, parched, Sahara sand in my blood veins dry, heart cracked open like an eggshell dry, winter skin dry... did I mention dry?
I feel just like this little bumble bee. Thirsty for life's nectar. Life will let you dive in and drink as much joy as you wish to ingest. You don't even need a straw. Joy begets more joy. Passion begets more passion. Passion is life's shea butter. Rub it on. It will work its way down into your soul. If we could just bottle it.... But then we'd miss the wonderful way it feels when we make the choice to slather passion all over our lives, wouldn't we.