Thoreau wrote, “Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.” I’ve spent some time exploring this theme thanks to a photographic accident back in West Cornwall, CT. Monday, while on a group walk with fellow Artist’s Soul retreatants, my camera captured this shot inside the covered bridge. It’s the best one I took all week. Or my favorite anyway.
This iconic bridge, so much like those written about in Bridges of Madison County, stood watch over the windy Housatonic River. I kept waiting for Clint Eastwood’s character to appear. Or was I the traveling artist, there to reignite some bored house-husband’s flame & I failed to find him? There’s always next year.
Searching my soul (& soles) since hitting home ground, what I took from my retreat is this: Yes, I am an artist. I write, sing, dance, take pictures & look at the world from my own eyes, as no one else can. Sure, I’m no sculptor, opera singer, piano player or painter but I can throw a Frisbee like a mofo & that’s an art indeed. Thanks, Frisbee Chicks, by the way for the invite, encouragement & back-up moves during my Killing Me Softly singing debut. I couldn’t (& wouldn’t have done it without you).
Below’s a little look at my “Passport” I created at the retreat’s inception. My own artistic ID, others added encouraging comments to my personal poster over the next five days. The picture I chose shows me in November 2005, crossing Broadway at W. 86th the day I decided to become a New Yorker. This is my defining moment of saying “yes” to the life of the new me. The quote I included reads:
“You are here for a miracle. You are here to fly.”
& flying high am I. What I learned, though, crossing the bridge was that in landing, I soar as well. The times I take to simply be in between the big dreams, are miraculous moments. This Earth we walk upon is heavenly & my feet point to wonders below I need to see. Accidents happen & sometimes, they’re as pretty as a picture:
This final shot spurned “Shadow Scenes” so stay tuned, dear Pixie pals, for the official debut of that collection.
Happy Weekend & may you find your own reasons to fly & to land.
The Urban Pixie
P.S. My wise friend Jackie pointed out that perhaps my dream man has himself a foot fetish & this is all an elaborate form of flirting. Maybe next time I’ll head out in heels?
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