There are fairy rings in Ireland. Surrounded by trees in the middle of fields. Places to avoid, lest ye be taken to another realm unwillingly.
There are meanderings....places we wander to and through and around. Sometimes they result in both perspiration and inspiration.
Meanderings are fodder for everything.
For epiphanies and musings, contemplation and conversation, letting go and latching on. I've discovered how very present I can be while meandering.
A meander is as good as a wander for becoming present. And so we recently meandered to the beach for a little vacation full of wanders. Where I felt very present.
Back in the studio, preparation for a slew of upcoming shows in is progress...there are a ton of "littles" and a couple of wildly wonderful big pieces in progress (can you say VARMINTS?) as the muse has decided to dump a bucket of whimsy on my head. Ouch. And yum (whimsy tastes a lot like pie).
So while I meander over to the paper towels to remove some of this mess on my head, I want to know - what's your favorite varmint? Leave a comment below. One lucky commenter will receive a little surprise in the mail courtesy of my studio hound, Wonder Mike. He's in charge of give-aways and says its waaaaaaaay past time. :)