Happily Adrift seaweed picked from my garden and

picked from my garden and placed in a glass bottle

not ravaging

not trying to get anywhere or be anything or accomplish anything - a single moment of peace and stillness to breathe and be exactly who and where you are

Things that are rare are said to be like gold dust

Happily Adrift seaweed picked from my garden andA painting from The Water Goddess Collection. The figure, while present, remains ambiguous. A transparent hand holding a frond of seaweed; a hint of shoulder; legs dissolving into the patterns of light on the water. You might not even know they're there at first glance. It is a privilege to be here, to get to immerse in the natural world our home, because we too are nature. We have a place in the order of things, but we are not the subject. Painting