The Moon, Venus, a Bunny and a mind blown…

Wednesday evening was a challenging one for personal reasons. I decided to close the lid on it, turn the page the next day. I laid down on my bed and sunk my head into a friend’s book. Not surprisingly I fell asleep and woke up a couple of hours later to the sounds of my family saying goodnight and getting ready for bed. I got up and in a fog rounded up the dogs for their last backyard visit.

As I opened the door the dogs sprinted to their usual corner of the yard. I clumsily got my Muckboots on and walked outside. I looked to the left and noticed the  Crescent Moon was gloriously lit up with Venus glowing golden above it. I would have liked to stare longer, but a loud piercing short shriek filled my ears to the right. Crap! I thought…Sure enough a bunny had gotten into the yard and was now dead and being torn apart by my three dogs. We have a really big backyard, so by the time I arrived the scene was gruesome. I quickly collected what was left of the poor bunny. I decided to leave the dogs alone for a bit to bask in their collective victory of valiantly protecting us from intruders.

The heaviness I felt earlier was now amplified with sadness. I walked out to the middle of the yard and closed my eyes to say a short prayer for the victim of the crime and added a short familiar prayer for me. I slowly opened my eyes and from the direction of the dogs a sudden very bright light with a ring of light around it appeared and then streaked across the sky with a long illuminated trail, then faded above my house. The sight was so sudden and surprising it nearly knocked me off my feet. It seemed so low in the sky. I was dumbfounded and exhilarated at the same time. I thought it was a shooting star, but then I had never seen one so low, so bright and appearing with the double rings.

My son who was visiting came outside and we began to attend to the dogs, they needed a bath. I quickly explained what I saw, but the blood spots on the dogs got more of his attention. We cleaned them off and let them into the house. After I shut off the lights I looked up at the Moon and Venus again. Still processing what I saw I shrugged my shoulders and thought to myself, life in the country is always interesting. Anything can and will happen at the drop of a hat.

The next morning I searched the internet and found out that Wednesday evening was the peak of the Lyrid Meteor shower. What I saw was a meteorite. I felt like The Hand of God. I found the following picture online that is the only image that is close to what I saw. It doesn’t have the rings and is nowhere near as bright and large, but it will serve as a reference. My heaviness and sadness is gone, the bunny’s gone, The Moon and Venus have been obscured by cloud cover, but my mind is still blown…

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The moments…

Yesterday, as I was driving back along my gravel road from taking out the trash, I spotted an Eagle, a Bald Eagle flying above my field. I love Eagles, always have, growing up in Eastern Canada you just never saw them, I drew them as a kid constantly. But, when I moved to Vancouver they were around from day one, flying high above the city. When my daughter was small we would walk along the train tracks at White Rock Beach and I would excitedly point or yell out, “Look Kelsey an Eagle” she would dryly respond “It’s just a bird Dad” she grew up here, she was used to them and knew that Eagles were everywhere.

I never lost my feeling for these birds, they are not normal. Every time I see one, I stop…They are mesmerizing to me. I stopped the farm vehicle yesterday and watched this Eagle circle over my field and watched it arch and spiral over my house. I closed my eyes and asked for it’s Grace to spill over my home and protect us all. I then just sat and watched it.

This morning as I walked my dogs around my fields, the sun was shining and thankfully these three knuckleheads, were not running back and forth and entangling me with their leashes. The walk was almost peaceful, I looked up and saw the sun shining bright and it lit up the tall grass that was heavy with dew. I looked closer and noticed a collection of ferns that had grown up in a space that I had recently cleared of blackberries. I pulled my iPhone out of my pocket, switched it to the camera mode, then laid down in the wet grass and was able to snap a couple of pictures before the dogs noticed my position and attacked me with Glee and concern for my welfare.

In a 48 hour period these were just two moments, barely ten minutes of time that went by, but, I keep thinking about The Eagle and these Ferns, the way the sun shined through. I’m coming through to a time seen, but, unknown. Faith is written across the sky and like I read last week…”It just may turn out all right”. (pastlifetourist.com)

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“May you have the strength of Eagle’s wings,

The faith and courage to Fly to new heights,

And the wisdom Of the universe

To carry you there”.

A Banquet…

About Four years ago, I had a vision of being in a large room with arched windows. The scene seemed old, like I was in an old life in Tuscany, Florence to be more specific. I approached the window and as I got near I could look out and see a country scene unfold. Suddenly,  this whirlwind of paper flew around me and I could see that what was paper was actually dollars, money. Swoosh, it all started to go out the window. I wasn’t sure or confident to understand then what I was being shown, but, realize now it to be true. The last four years has seemed like a constant outlay of money and energy. No matter how hard I worked in my day job or at the marketing of my Art, it was all going out and little coming in.

A couple of months ago, I was having a sandwich at a bakery in town. From my seat I looked up and saw a mural I had never noticed before. It was a painted rendition of my vision. A Tuscan old looking Arched window, looking out to the countryside. What startled me for a moment was instead of money flying out the window, the ledge had many loaves of bread, cheese, meat and fruit. It was a painting of abundance.

I kept looking at it then closed my eyes and a chalkboard appeared in my inner view…FAITH was slowly written across the board in a whitish yellow large piece of chalk. I opened my eyes as they began to tear up, said Thank-You in silence and walked out the door to continue my day.

About two weeks ago, I was forced to make a trip to California. One of the galleries that carries my work had decided to turn  one of their locations into a clothing store. Regretfully, the location that sold most of my work for them and had the most wall space. The other location they have is smaller and has a shortage of wall space. The feeling of hitting the road and spending more money to collect more of my artwork and find a new home for it, rather than hitting the road to bring fresh work and collect checks, made me feel gloomy and dejected. The hopeful part of the equation was that a short while ago I had set up a new gallery in a town nearby, Calistoga to be exact. Trying to stay positive I thought it would be good to re visit them and try to establish a more permanent connection. The fear of running out of money before a shift in the wind has been looming large for me for about six weeks now. But, it’s a Fear and only the potential energy, not necessarily what will happen. But, when it sits in your stomach it’s sometimes hard to eradicate.

My wife had vacation time and she was overdue for a change of scenery. I looked at the bank account groaned, carefully figured out what we could spend, made some calls for accommodations, negotiated with God for a successful trip. While in meditation before leaving I was greeted by a large friendly face, actually Jesus to be exact as I have seen him many times before. His face came closer to mine and then he slowly tilted back and his body stretched towards me like a table, large amounts of food began to fill the table. His hand began to pick up food and offer it to me. Which, I of course thankfully and gratefully accepted. We left for the road trip on the day of my birthday. We drove for two days, stayed three days in Calistoga and then stretched the drive home by three days.

While on the trip we did what we’ve done for years, kept it all really simple, packed our own food, wine,  sandwiches, olives, fruit, lots of road snacks and lots of music. The energy was not of worry or expectation, but, just peaceful, watching the landscape of the Westcoast change and unfold before us. From time to time, when I wasn’t driving I would close my eyes and Jesus would appear with a handful of food extended or once a spoon. Many times a loud voice came in to say “You are locked in, Have faith, there is nothing you can do to change this path”. While it may sound weird or fatalistic for anyone reading this. For me I’ve become used to it and it helped me continue on as relaxed as I could possibly be. You see in my case in the life I’m living creating works of Art and having raised a family, it’s all about Juggling and trying to stay Afloat and balanced. I guess I have become good at it.

One the first day in Napa Valley, I said goodbye to the old gallery, it was sad to part with the friends I made there, but, business is business I guess. The new gallery has lots of wall space and they seem genuinely excited about me and my work. Onward and hopeful we spent the next couple of days in and around Calistoga. I love that place. I met some interesting people that I hope will become new friends. My cousin and his wife showed up and treated us to an amazing birthday dinner.

We left Calistoga and stopped the first night in Yreka. We settled into the room after walking the dogs and I was stunned when Paula started to unpack an amazing dinner of snacks that my cousin and his wife had brought from Whole Foods Market. What a dinner, we laughed pretended we were in Spain as we ate.

The next day we drove through a stretch of The Oregon Coast that we had not travelled in about six years. During our summer camping trips for years as the kids were growing up this area was our stomping grounds. We had the times of our lives camping, living in a big family tent then moving up to a tent trailer, all the while on a shoestring budget. My mind was drifting back to those times while my wife had an oldies station on the radio. In my memory I only remembered the fun, never the fear, or the lack of money. It would have been so easy to not pack up the dogs and the kids over and over again because we though we couldn’t afford it or it wouldn’t be prudent. But, I guess that’s not in our make up or mine at least. It’s not defiant or delusional to just want to live it up, to wring whatever bit of Love you can muster out of this life. I thought of my kids, now grown who are doing that now. A sense of awe and pride started to sweep over me as a really cheesy song from the past started up on the radio…I turned the volume up Loud as “Rock Me Gently” by Andy Kim started up. My wife looked at me, questioning then laughing as she saw me singing every word…We made it count and when the song ended a congratulatory fist bump was shared between us.

That night we were met by the most amazing sunset I can remember. I felt hopeful and thought of the images of food, support and plenty that had recently been coming in, I felt proud of the past leaps of Faith and mostly felt like the tables have maybe turned and the banquet that is this life may get even more abundant in the future. God I hope so, LOL. I am glad we made the trip…

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