I suddenly remembered an image I painted a number of years ago after watching my granddaughter plunge into the muddy, murky, wild water spring fed pond at my Montana home. She had no idea what lay below the surface, but she jumped in anyway. My underwater story yesterday reminds me today that everything is connected. I knew in my bones, though not in my conscious awareness, that I loved those underwater grasses and mysterious things that floated by me all those years earlier. No wonder I paid equal attention to painting the underwater. Actually the surface water is kind of tame, isn’t it?

Be sure to read the poem that follows the image.

What is your MO –
your modus operandi for living your life?

Are you one of the risk taking ones, plunging in with gusto like the adventurous child?

Still feeling safe in her world, she models courage,
leaping over cliffs, knowing she’ll learn to fly on the way down.

May you trust enough to jump into your life without knowing where your feet will land.