If you leave a place, even for a day, how much of it changes... and how much remains just as it was.
And, are those changes ones that will be noticed or merely dismissed, leaving one to ponder, if perhaps, what is remembered was simply imagined, or dreamed.
The prairie grasses were a deep warm russet, making the Plains burn with the glow of Autumn, when I set out beyond the boundaries of comfort and routine into the world at large.
Everywhere I looked, the landscapes seemed incredibly alive, ablaze with vivid Fall colors as I began my travels, and I wondered if all of this splendor would be gone, relinquishing itself to the heathery gray hues of winter before I would come back.
I returned home yesterday from 13 days on the road teaching hither and yon. The experience was awe-inspiring!
I can not travel without completely succumbing to the divine influence of those I meet and the art I see. It always makes me want to rush home and create, create, create... even though I feel a bit weary.
The fatigue, strange beds, bad eating habits, multiple time zones, and airline hassles are all quickly diminished by the energies of time and place that surround me. It is always, always the people and their creative spirit that prove to be well worth every ounce of hardship.
So much to share... so much to tell you all, but it must wait until pictures have been downloaded and sorted, urgent emails read and answered. Soon though... soon.
The Plains did not greet me with the same brilliance along the pathway towards home... never the less, I was returning to Kansas with a richness, and feeling very much alive inside with the burning glow of memories, ablaze with the consciousness of events that have woven themselves like threads into my days that make up this one, wonderful life!
I am glad to have been there and glad to return.