“It was the morning after the night before….” ~Ciaran Carson
Miraculously, I find myself landed in Ireland somehow, having traversed time and space, desert, mountains, oceans along the way. Last week the Taos-based workshop was in full final-days mode. Marathon days featuring visits to the buffalo on sacred Taos Pueblo land, aha moments of drawings well crafted, friendships solidified over laughter and late night story-telling and wine. And work. So much gorgeous work. For me this means the gifts of facilitation and teaching kinds of work, for my workshop participants, it was painting, drawing and finding ways to craft color into images to make them sing sketch of work. It was rich, delicious work, beautiful work. We called it play.
I could wax poetically about it all but instead I’ll merely share some imagery from the journey to Taos to now. And on further along into magical lands of more art and music. Brew a cup of tea and have a look…
There is so much more to tell. About my day in Dublin at a museum, and yet another traversing this green country to find myself here. About arriving Listowel and immediately attending a Pecha Kucha event and a local music session immediately following. But for now I hear an accordion and can smell peat on the air. I must step back into the present.