#352 • A Meditation Manifesto

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This is a memory from long long ago in a galaxy far far away, when we children had no idea what was really going on out there in the world. I was lucky. This was not, and is not a scene a lot of children will ever know in their lifetime. All the more important therefore, to suggest it to them as a possibility now.

Constant bombardment of information forces me to be involved. It is a part of my life. There is too much at stake to ditch my brain.  A side must be taken, even if it means bucking the powers that be, choosing peace over war, or love rather than hate. Intellectual liberty is what makes a democracy a democracy.

To be able to balance on the bongo board, I occasionally stop all activity, close both eyes, and conjure up a prompt that will, like a quiet harbor, release all surrounding chaos to a quiet mind.

And then I share my meditation with the world to balance out the karma I create with the other stuff I post.

A Meditation Manifesto • 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 12" x 12" • $250

#351 • Another City Garden Poster

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Every year for the past several, I've done a painting for the local garden club - Friends of the Eastern Prom. It's for their annual hidden garden tour. This is a particularly difficult assignment for me to do because I know nothing about flowers. I'm a wiz with vegetables, but flowers are a totally incomprehensible language. The flowers I buy, and are given, are complete mysteries to me. It's a lesson in something, not quite sure what.

Another City Garden Tour Poster • 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 12" x 12" • $250

#350 • Frenchboro

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It was over a decade ago on one of those days you could sell a clam shack on a no-beach-rock-bound-wind-battered-all-day-shade-side of an island with no ferry access in a heartbeat to someone from away. Frenchboro was holding it's annual lobster festival and we just happened to be there on one of those spectacular summer days.

Set up on a hillside in the churchyard near the head of harbor, local fisherman's wives were, and had for over fifty years, been preparing for their annual fundraising lobster feed - a bunch of picnic tables with plastic table covers and the atmosphere only a hillside on a harbor on a remote island can offer. Although lobster was the star, the homemade pies made you nod yes please, though your bloated stomach sloshed no way.  I had chosen a pecan pie, and unbeknownst to me, this artist had thrown a handful of chocolate bits into the mix.Yeowza!

The Frenchboro Congregational Church always hosts this event on the second Saturday in August, rain or shine. It benefits the church and outreach programs in the island community including the Historical Society, library and Solid Waste Committee. It's gone mainstream now with live music, a road race, children’s games and other activities.

We stopped by last summer, missed the dinner, but made a donation to the cause. It's a good honest one.

Frenchboro • 8" x 8" acrylic framed to 12" x 12" • $250