Heron In The Rain

It is a mood:

a mood that corresponds exactly

With the steady drip of rain

surrounding stillness.

It all began in the innocence of morning. I had returned from walking the dogs through the drizzling freshness of the park to find that I was still there. I had retained the rain-dropped surface of the marsh-lined water, become, if you will, the solitary heron and its moving stillness. Standing in my studio, I found myself breathing out what I had received into something like a dance. My body was moving not to move but because it was manifesting something deep and true. This dance evolved: a bamboo brush was moistened and dipped in ink. It hovered timelessly over the blank white paper surface before descending. I then became rapt observer of the line appearing, barely knowing that my own hand moved the brush. The image that came to life before my eye was more than physical application. It showed me my own longing to be me.

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2 Responses to “Heron In The Rain”

  1. Kendall Says:

    Oh Leif! One of your most gorgeous blog posts EVER, and a wonderful line drawing, every line the right line in the right place.

  2. leiflife Says:

    Oh, dear darling, you would know. You do know. Thank you…

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