“So much of the adventure of the life we lead rushes past us in a blur. Velocity is the culprit. Velocity and pressure. A sketchbook freezes time. It is an instantaneous form of meditation focusing us on the worth of every passing moment. So often the great adventure of life lies between the lines, in how we felt at a certain time and at a certain place. This tool will help you to remember and savor the passing parade.”
-Julia Cameron, Walking in this World, pg. 83.
So much of my own passing parade is indeed going by in a blur. Rich, full, intensely wonderful events, one right after the other…I can barely contain them. I move from one to the next, purposing to be present and bring my whole self fully there to experience every choral and band concert of three musical children in their respective middle school, high school, and college events, each and every senior-in-high-school graduation event to the next…I cannot draw them all. So I opt for the in-between moments.
It is the in-between part that is hard. Reeling from the memories made, I gather myself to prepare for the next event: how do I get there, what do I need to bring to it, what does my child need, etc. Daily walks and bike rides are proving to be good medicine for the end of school year parade.
The above sketch is drawn from my photo of a lovely spot while cycling around Salem Lake. I’ve just learned how to take panorama photos and I love the encompassing view this affords. It strikes me that this panorama view is exactly what we do when we are faced with “ends” of things. We look back at the previous school year, or the high school years, or all the years leading up to a graduation, a moving on…the panorama of life lived up to that point.
As Julia Cameron says, “the great adventure of life lies between the lines…”, so the real adventure of these little bikes rides in-between the memory making events, lies somewhere in-between the lines of the drawing. Beautiful dappled light, calm peaceful water, cool breeze on skin, effort and exertion in-between coasting, rustling leaves with the whir of a bicycle’s wheels…all this is somehow up there in-between those lines.
Though I myself moved on from that spot on the Lake to celebrate a boy turning 18, to drive the oldest daughter to the airport for her trip to England, and so much more…I look at this sketch and I’m there again, standing on the trail with sounds of fish jumping in the waters on either side of me. I will be there again, taking in the panorama of this Lake, this Life, this Adventure.
For those who wish to know: I made this sketch using a Schaeffer Calligraphy Pen and my trusty water brush in a 9″ x 12″ Aquabee Sketchbook.