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Sacred Pool

'Sacred Pool' acrylic by me

There is a pool that is very sacred to me. I have spent a lot of time near this pool writing, communing, and just absorbing its most beautiful aquamarine color; watching for hours mesmerizing bubbles churning away, and eventually making their way downstream for their big cascade finish down a waterfall.

A while back, I realized that I had no pictures of the pool, and so I decided to paint it.

Recently I went back and almost didn't find the pool, because a year's worth of the elements had changed the trail and the surroundings of the little pool. I couldn't help but feel this direct reflection in nature of the impermanence of life, and of how relatively quickly everything can change.

The trail was more opened up and the sacred pool much more apparent to hikers and accessible to all. I take this as a good omen. Its very own expansion...Its very own welcoming more to appreciate the beauty and commune with its spirit.

I desired to capture a little of this pool's effervescent spirit in my painting, and experience its essence through painting something that evoked our time together. So many moments ceasing to be, places no longer existing, echoes of farewells and moving on. Yet, no matter how much it all changes over time, or even disappears all together, essence remains of all communion. I love that I can capture this in swirling paint, and hold it to my heart.

Here is the actual pool.
Thank you B. for the beautiful  photo:)








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  1. LOVE the sacred pool! I am breathing deeply!

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    1. Dear Chris, beautiful woman, teacher, artist friend, that you are. Thank you for your LOVE. It is big and sacred. Thank you for your sweet presence. I miss you!

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  2. Your writing and painting convey so beautifully the essence of this sacred pool. I am happy that you can spend time in the presence and memory of this place.

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    1. I still pinch myself every time I get a comment from you, dear Elizabeth. Thank you for recognizing the essence here. It helps me to better see it too, and helps me remember why I show up to write. I just feel so honored to have your presence, when I have been such a thirst-quenched and hunger-fed recipient of your creations. Thank you for inspiring me, as I can't imagine if you hadn't shown up to write or doodle Maeve! XO

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