Gathered in the Light. Egg tempera painting by Daniel Ambrose

The falling sun blazes a fiery ribbon of liquid pink along the bronze shore. I walk for miles into evenfall. Walk beside the sea until the rising moon spreads my shadow before me.

Then I walk farther still.

I follow my shadow to see where it will lead.

It leads me along exotic shores of inspiration. It takes me into the luminous ocean of my imagination.

Incandescent ideas for paintings percolate from the void. They swirl in the penumbra region of my mind where indistinct yet intoxicating pictures incubate. Too fragile for the light of day, too intriguing to let slip back into the shadows.

Inspiration can strike like a tsunami. And sometimes it comes as love comes, softly. Full of uncertainty, tinged with hope.

Great possibilities dwell in these nebulous spheres of early love or inspiration.

An array of golden light flashes in the water. Glittering shards strewn like golden jewels scattered across the bed of a regal queen. I trace its tantalizing path up to the heavens. High above the rising moon, a brilliant lone star shines. Jupiter. Nine birds scatter at my approach.

I have been here before.

After a successful solo show, I have been walking the beach. Walking to keep things in perspective, walking to stay close to my source. Walking out the questions in my life.

Alone, these days and nights, I walk for miles, opening myself to the sea and stars, embracing the celestial dancing air. Seeking a gateway to the Divine, an open channel to the sublime. How alike are the stirrings of love and inspiration.

This morning at sunrise, I was here with the birds, and we gathered in the light.

For where two or three gather in my name . . .

Inspiration will not be forced, like love. It will find you. Be ready to embrace and nurture it with an open heart and receptive mind. The fuse is fragile that ignites the passions of Art and Love.

In my travels I listen to the stories of broken and beautiful people. Stories that stir my soul, inspire me. Fill my heart with empathy, fill my mind with pictures of color and light. I know this way too. We are not the same, but we are alike.

“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.” Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

Commit your heart and soul to what you love. Be whole. Release the fire within and miracles will happen. Walk towards your destiny and the universe will align to light your path. Be fearless.

Find what you love and love what you find.

And let us gather in the Light.

Where Love comes, softly.