MUSIC, ART and ARCHITECTURE… the Frio River

I close my eyes and listen:

From my right nearby lapping on a metal canoe From my left a different rhythm on a plastic hull Beneath a third beat as the waves hit the pilings of the deck Distant dripping, flowing, rushing, A paddle beating, an oar dipping. A quiet percussive solo with many instruments I hear the river’s music.

I consider what pigments I will need to paint what I see:

Hooker’s green deep Permanent green light Cobalt Blue Dioxizine Purple Napals Yellow Titanium White. I see the river’s image.

Then  I notice the layers of the river:

Limestone bedrock and boulders Underwater grasses and moss The flow of the whole The small surface waves Tiny ripples on each wave segment A few bubbles bopping along Each wave with a snowy peak of brightest light I see the river’s architecture.

I long to be part of that music - to truly SEE the beauty and sacredness of what IS.

I long to be anchored to the Bedrock like that water before me Fluid, flexing around life’s boulders, Full of change, full of life Transparent, supportive, nourishing Often quiet Sometimes powerful

Cherry Winkle Moore Laity Lodge Artist Retreat, October, 2011