Dream Tree
I had made a habit of going for a walk in nature most evenings around an hour before sunset. I had lived in Provence for 8 years and in the village of Isle Sur la Sorgue for 7. I had a handful of favourite hiking trails within 15 minutes drive from my home and every evening I would choose one that suited my mood, energy level and the weather.
On this particular day I was driving to Fontaine de Vaucluse, a magical place with a scared source of healing water. I knew a trail was on the far side of the river and offered some quiet space from visitors. I was driving towards this trail when a strong intuitive impulse compelled me to park on the side of the road towards my usual spot and walk up.
I looked on my phone and discovered that there was indeed a little mountain trail that lead up a ravine right there. So I started my way up and had the most beautiful, unexpected evening walk. As I got to the top of the ravine the path started to zig-zag towards a plateau and just before the plateau I spotted the most beautiful tree. Unfortunately I am no tree connoisseur but it was beautiful ad I fell in love with it. It had such a particular warm and welcoming energy to it.
I sat with the tree for a little while and felt the most beautiful gentle spirit beaming at me. I knew then that I would have to paint this magical tree. And so I did.
(The painting of the yellow wild flowers is also a result of that same evening hike. Only I found them at the top of the plateau.)
I had made a habit of going for a walk in nature most evenings around an hour before sunset. I had lived in Provence for 8 years and in the village of Isle Sur la Sorgue for 7. I had a handful of favourite hiking trails within 15 minutes drive from my home and every evening I would choose one that suited my mood, energy level and the weather.
On this particular day I was driving to Fontaine de Vaucluse, a magical place with a scared source of healing water. I knew a trail was on the far side of the river and offered some quiet space from visitors. I was driving towards this trail when a strong intuitive impulse compelled me to park on the side of the road towards my usual spot and walk up.
I looked on my phone and discovered that there was indeed a little mountain trail that lead up a ravine right there. So I started my way up and had the most beautiful, unexpected evening walk. As I got to the top of the ravine the path started to zig-zag towards a plateau and just before the plateau I spotted the most beautiful tree. Unfortunately I am no tree connoisseur but it was beautiful ad I fell in love with it. It had such a particular warm and welcoming energy to it.
I sat with the tree for a little while and felt the most beautiful gentle spirit beaming at me. I knew then that I would have to paint this magical tree. And so I did.
(The painting of the yellow wild flowers is also a result of that same evening hike. Only I found them at the top of the plateau.)
I had made a habit of going for a walk in nature most evenings around an hour before sunset. I had lived in Provence for 8 years and in the village of Isle Sur la Sorgue for 7. I had a handful of favourite hiking trails within 15 minutes drive from my home and every evening I would choose one that suited my mood, energy level and the weather.
On this particular day I was driving to Fontaine de Vaucluse, a magical place with a scared source of healing water. I knew a trail was on the far side of the river and offered some quiet space from visitors. I was driving towards this trail when a strong intuitive impulse compelled me to park on the side of the road towards my usual spot and walk up.
I looked on my phone and discovered that there was indeed a little mountain trail that lead up a ravine right there. So I started my way up and had the most beautiful, unexpected evening walk. As I got to the top of the ravine the path started to zig-zag towards a plateau and just before the plateau I spotted the most beautiful tree. Unfortunately I am no tree connoisseur but it was beautiful ad I fell in love with it. It had such a particular warm and welcoming energy to it.
I sat with the tree for a little while and felt the most beautiful gentle spirit beaming at me. I knew then that I would have to paint this magical tree. And so I did.
(The painting of the yellow wild flowers is also a result of that same evening hike. Only I found them at the top of the plateau.)
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