An Inconvenience Or Adventure?

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I've been home for over a week now, feeling as though the world that I left behind in mid-September is gradually coming back into focus, like a slow loading picture. Jet-lag after international travel, has always been an unwelcome side trip for me.

The entire trip from Kona to Kandui Resort took roughly 31 hours, not including an overnight stay in Padang. It felt like The Journey With No End, though once we arrived on the tiny island off the coast of Western Sumatra, the momentum changed.

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The sound of the ferry boat's high revving engine (is there just one?) eased to a hum as the island appeared. Once the engine was off, we could hear the waves slapping, maybe even clapping.

For the next ten days there were no sirens, car horns or planes flying overhead. All we heard were birds, the ocean, and the occasional motorboat or jet-ski taking surfers out to meet the waves.

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The sun rose from the ocean,

 and lit the horizon as it set behind us each evening. It's just the way it's done there.

and lit the horizon as it set behind us each evening. It's just the way it's done there.

 Gradually, as jet-lag begins to fade, so do my thoughts about the grueling trip to and from the island.  All of the moving parts are blending in with the still shots. I more readily recall the silence within our  uma  and the absolute absence of anything I  had  to do.  

Gradually, as jet-lag begins to fade, so do my thoughts about the grueling trip to and from the island.  All of the moving parts are blending in with the still shots. I more readily recall the silence within our uma and the absolute absence of anything I had to do.  

 Jet-lag may simply be the way my psyche chooses to tell me to hold on.  Hold on to the images, the sounds, smells and tastes. Hold on to them as you step back into your world. Don't be in such a hurry, things will never be the same, anyway.

Jet-lag may simply be the way my psyche chooses to tell me to hold on. Hold on to the images, the sounds, smells and tastes. Hold on to them as you step back into your world. Don't be in such a hurry, things will never be the same, anyway.

An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.
— Gilbert K. Chesterton

A Year of Creative Habits: Week 12

In 2016, I'm participating in Crystal Moody's Year of Creative Habits. If you're interested in following my creative progress, I post daily to Instagram and weekly here, on Lessons in Balance.

March 20 to 26

I'm not participating in any art challenges this month and while I've had the intention of making a list of things to draw or paint, I DINT. What seems to help is being able to choose between various sketchbook sizes and art materials. Beginning Sunday, March 20: no particular plan here, just toyed with color, collage and line drawing.

Monday. This piece began when I doodled over a page already painted with red strokes in one of Alisa Burke's handmade art journals. The flowers turned into a gown when I pasted a vintage face clipping and colored the rest of the page with a black pen. Her Town, by James Taylor,  was my musical inspiration.

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Tuesday. I drew a beetle in one of my sketchbooks, then on a dried leaf from an autograph tree out in the yard.

You play the hand you’re dealt. I think the game’s worthwhile.
— Christopher Reeve.
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So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.
— Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Friday. Unfinished collage on a previously painted sketchbook page.

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Week 12 ended on Saturday and before heading out for the day, I splashed some watercolor on Yupo paper and left it to dry. In the late afternoon, I cut out some fish shapes, pasted them in my sketchbook and added some lines. I'm definitely going to do more experimenting with Yupo. And now back to my list...

 

#NaPhoPoMo Day 28: The Common Sense of the Morning

It sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning.
— H.G. Wells, The Time Machine

This was my morning view, looking west from the Big Island of Hawaii. Like a rising hot air balloon, the sun appeared over Hualalai and the clouds turned a creamiscle orange. For a few minutes, there was a disagreement between the moon and the sun, until the clouds intervened.

It's morning. Let the magic of the night become reality, this day.