Although I’ve been home for nearly two weeks, I feel as though I’ve been floating through the pages of a magical realism novel — the kind Isabelle Allende or Gabriel García Márquez might write. I believe that Isabelle and Gabriel would agree that anything having to do with giving expression to your soul’s longing is, well, magical.
The first morning beckoned us to allow the magic of color to usher us through a portal to the land of Bloom True.
As I quickly used up my paint from my palette at the end of one day, I realized how much better it all flowed when I wasn’t trying to make something happen. Flora shows the difference by comparing another painting of mine that was more contrived.
Meeting so many marvelous women is absolutely part of the magic.
A precious gem I bring back with me is a valuable lesson learned. I’ve been so steeped in being completely focused on the “process” with my expressive arts background that there comes a point to “commit” as Flora would say to what is working and keep expanding upon that. Isn’t that a metaphor for life!It is time for the circle to close. I bring make with me many magical treasures that will continue to blossom. One way to make magic a reality is to always listen to your soul’s longing!