riding the waves of magic

The other day as I sat down with my magical painting, I felt what it feels like to ride the wave of spirit and creativity. It is truly a razer's edge and that is why it is so difficult to ride. While riding the wave, one is tempted to cling onto the driftwood of concept or resorting to the security of old patterns and styles because the new wave is too thrilling and so dangerous!
And I go there... I find myself clinging and resorting, but then get back on the wave for my dangerous ride. I'm sure it's dangerous because it is the unknown and to the ego that is the biggest taboo. Freedom is dangerous.

I spoke of painting magic yesterday when I posted that last entry, but today I visualized living as if magic was happening every minute. When I breathed, magic breath was entering my lungs and sparkles of energy and light filling them. Maybe my imagination has been too lacking in the past. I did not see things this magic way. The thought of breathing was flat... like something I read about in my Biology Book. My life has been too much of this flat way... too flat, colorless, too little magic. I will paint magic.

Tomorrow I start a new painting. I do not know what I will paint, but magic has been on my mind, actually it has been in my blood.
Magic.
The stuff that surrounds us all the time... and we don't notice. Unless we watch a movie or see a painting or something that stirs it within us.
Magic.
What is it?

Ok, Now I am serious about starting my blog...

I think I only have my gorgeous daughter, Athena, as a friend on my blog right now. I am sure she is the only one who can appreciate me even after not DOING anything on my blog for a whole year.

Here is one of my recent paintings from my Green Man Series. 'Baccus'