Daily Joys

When you travel, its easy to engage in your surroundings, to live in the moment and take in every detail. You act intuitively to opportunities, and make the most of your time. For some reason though, at home and in my every day life, this changes. I find myself more reserved, steadily focusing on long term desires, and setting aside the day-to-day. Though long term goals are important, its these daily joys that make living worthwhile. I'm not sure I understand this phenomena, because its an occurrence I've seen time and time again. The challenge is balance. Engaging yourself everyday, and seeking out what makes you continually passionate about the world around you.

I've been invited to a Rhythm Drum Retreat near Glacier National Park, an opportunity to meet local drummers, and people who share my worldly passions right in my backyard. I've been dying to bring my travels home with me.  lol, I think I've just blogged myself into going. Any other takers?

Montana Outdoor Rhythm Retreat

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Discovering the Music- Hang Drum

Those late night strolls from one Youtube video to the next always leads you to some interesting new incite. I discovered not only a new instrument, but masterfully played by a man named Dante Bucci. Check out this amazing artist... and if you ever come across a Hand Drum for under $5,000 Please let me know!!

Art Work

Grasping the tarp tightly around my body and drying artwork, I fended off the storming rain. Baffled by its sudden oncoming, I carefully re-packed my supplies desperately hoping to protect my wet paintings. The purple and blue sky was dark, but magical. A brilliant slice of rainbow illuminated the sky. Like superman in the phone booth, I transformed my display back to an unsuspecting carry bag, cocooned in my silver tarp.  

I looked up and a drenched man stood in the gazebo next to me, waiting curiously for the rain to stop, so he may continue his suddenly interrupted evening walk. We chatted about this and that, till I caught a dry window and rushed home.

Having carefully placed the paintings, I hoped they wouldn’t be disturbed during the two-block bike trip. To my dismay, my favourite for a special project I was putting together, had adhered to a paper folder.  

The sun rose early the next crispy green morning, and I rushed over to the gazebo to create a new work. Colours filled the sky, reds, yellows, and oranges slowly transformed into a stunningly blue morning.  My piece was complete. Happy Birthday Toby!

Say The Color, Not The Word

Update from Sweet Pea festival in Bozeman, Montana: Today was Chalk on the Walk, where free chalk is distributed downtown and everyone lets out their inner artist!

I run my life like I do a business, one project at a time.  - Capri