til another year….

ding.
” Ladies and gentleman, we have now reached our cruising altitude of 36,000 feet…”
These are the calming words heard more times than a wanderer like me cares to remember. Now I can relax and ponder about what exactly are the important things at this stage in one’s life.  All while playing with leopard sharks. Life is what we make of it, I suppose.

I found myself wandering over to Balboa Park after a morning of exploring ocean caves and being around most curious sea lions. Hopeful to have an afternoon filled with great work of all sorts, and maybe come away with some inspiration of my own. The discovery of Maggie Taylor and Jerry Uelsmann was the best part of the day. This J.U. piece in particular seems to speaks volumes, yet I’m unable to express any of what I feel about it in words. I wonder how other people would describe it….

Maggie’s work from her book on display, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, is a magical journey of creativity and imagination. I was captivated by her work. Not to mention that I also long for my own rabbit’s hole one day. But who doesn’t?

As another year of life goes by, one hopes that death will bid me over til another year, so I can see this world, and help those less fortunate along the way. Spare me over til another year.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?