Today started out almost ethereal. I had a press check way early in the morning in PB. Not wanting to drive all the way back home, I went to the beach at tourmaline, found a nice spot and took a nap. It was wonderful.
Thats my spot, the beach with books and sketch pad.
The solitude of the area, privacy, sacred almost. The sun wasn't high enough to be hot, just present. l gentle sun, grazing breeze. The crisp breeze pushing steady humm of the current, the vast blue presense whispering. It seemed ritualistic, these local people practicing or seeking in their supreme element;paitently awaiting their time to stand up, reach out for their calling. Nothing more absolutly raw, basic.
Curled up with my sketch pad and book, relaxing, was quite fulfilling. I came across a paragraph that I really liked. Ill cite it with some background-
"On the modeling stand, flame haired Callie moved throughher gesture poses. She caught Josie's eye... Why wouldn't the just let her get on with it, become an inert shape in space? She liked Callie though, the way her body challenged the students ideal of beauty, its elongated breasts and the weals of multiple pregnancies. Josie appreciated that courage...' (this is the part I really like) 'How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas of expirience, a testament to life and one's capacity to endure it.'
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Nicely writen. I just wanted to let you know we are thinking about you. Talk to you soon.
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