Sweet Child of the Universe, Keep Wandering Painting

This painting is a part of my Love Letters to Mother Earth series. I'll tell the story of this painting with a poem I wrote, to myself and anyone grappling with similar questions: Understand that you can’t control it all. There is randomness and meaning Co-existing here. You can’t map out your life completely nor Can you afford to go, just go with the way The wild blows. You are not wind. You are not a tree. You are not a river. You are not a bird. You are you. Yes, your soul does know which way to go and You are already listening. Yet, you are human. You are not just your soul. Your life is more than the sum of its parts. How much sense would it make if it all made sense? Maybe not much. Maybe less sense. You know and yet, your path would never Require you to be aware of everything in a single moment. Trust that the wandering, the listening, the noticing, the faith, the dreams, the love, all of this, all of that - it’s all weaving, turning, twisting, connecting in ways I don’t need to be aware of all of the time. Sometimes, all I need to do is go out there and be a human being. Sometimes, I need time to reflect and think from a different perspective like climbing a tree and sitting, watching from a higher vantage point. But I can’t sit at the top of the tree every day all day long. How would I live, really live, while watching, always analyzing? Then, how could I experience anything other than sitting at the top of a tree? Sweet child of the Universe, This is why sometimes you let your thoughts Lower to a whisper, you let your mind go quiet, Living right here, now, wandering through This life, day in, day out, moment to Moment, breath to breath, as Each tomorrow turns to today.