The last time I painted on site at the Pt. Loma Lighthouse in Cabrillo National Park, San Diego, was about 20 years ago. It was a windy day, I had to tie a 1 gallon jug of water to my easel to keep it from blowing over, and still at the end of the day, just when I thought the wind had died down, thwack, the painting fell face first onto the ground. Dirt and gravel became a part of the painting, suffice to say I took a little bit of the landscape with me.
This time I found a great spot protected from the wind and sun, underneath one of the few cypress trees still standing a top the hill. God, how beautiful it was… the sunlight illuminated the lighthouse and foliage around me, its hard white golden light reflecting off the ocean just behind me. How inspiring it was to be there in the middle of a beautiful sunny day painting. I remember pausing from time to time to take a breath, and really getting present to the moment, giving thanks for this life, and for the opportunity to be able to do what I love. No matter what is happening in our day, we can pause and reconnect with the presence, the Awareness, the force, that we truly know ourselves to be. When we do this, the world and all of its minutia is much manageable.