“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” –Rumi–

I think Rumi may have liked alpine runs in autumn. I had a beautiful day up high with my friend Maeve. It was a perfect fall afternoon in Whistler; we rode the gondola up in the morning, ran out to Fissile, snacked on apples, dulse, brazil nuts and dried apricots in a golden meadow encircled by old firs, then ran down Singing Pass back to the the village. We saw a plethora of mushrooms nestled in amongst the old growth cedars and we drank from clear streams flowing through the brilliant green moss.  Magical days like these keep the creative mojo working. This is what I mean when I talk about self care as part of an art practice.