Divine Release
The Story of “Divine Release”
Over the past couple of months I’ve been in a chapter of realizing there are aspects of the way I live that I don’t need anymore. A way of being that I have barely noticed was hurting me because I had been doing it for so long. This revelation started with a sickness that was deeper than usual — a message to please stop and do something different.
It took a few weeks of walking, resting, and listening to my own spirit before I came to fully understand what changes I needed to make before I would be able to move forward.
But one day, as I was walking in the woods, I came upon our bonfire pit. It was the morning after Spencer and I had our Full Moon fire ritual. I stared at the ashes for a while and decided, as a symbol of release, to step into them. As I gazed up, I looked all around me and realized that I was surrounded by birch trees. The gold leaves danced and laughed and glinted in the sun and I suddenly remembered their folklore — birch trees are an age old symbol of purification.
And so, I painted the feeling. The utter joy of releasing something that felt heavy and burdensome, the lightness the trees must feel when they release leaves that no longer carry any use to them. Divine Release is a ritual I practice as often as I need. A reminder that death and rebirth are a beautiful aspect of our humanness and of our innate oneness with nature.
The Story of “Divine Release”
Over the past couple of months I’ve been in a chapter of realizing there are aspects of the way I live that I don’t need anymore. A way of being that I have barely noticed was hurting me because I had been doing it for so long. This revelation started with a sickness that was deeper than usual — a message to please stop and do something different.
It took a few weeks of walking, resting, and listening to my own spirit before I came to fully understand what changes I needed to make before I would be able to move forward.
But one day, as I was walking in the woods, I came upon our bonfire pit. It was the morning after Spencer and I had our Full Moon fire ritual. I stared at the ashes for a while and decided, as a symbol of release, to step into them. As I gazed up, I looked all around me and realized that I was surrounded by birch trees. The gold leaves danced and laughed and glinted in the sun and I suddenly remembered their folklore — birch trees are an age old symbol of purification.
And so, I painted the feeling. The utter joy of releasing something that felt heavy and burdensome, the lightness the trees must feel when they release leaves that no longer carry any use to them. Divine Release is a ritual I practice as often as I need. A reminder that death and rebirth are a beautiful aspect of our humanness and of our innate oneness with nature.
The Story of “Divine Release”
Over the past couple of months I’ve been in a chapter of realizing there are aspects of the way I live that I don’t need anymore. A way of being that I have barely noticed was hurting me because I had been doing it for so long. This revelation started with a sickness that was deeper than usual — a message to please stop and do something different.
It took a few weeks of walking, resting, and listening to my own spirit before I came to fully understand what changes I needed to make before I would be able to move forward.
But one day, as I was walking in the woods, I came upon our bonfire pit. It was the morning after Spencer and I had our Full Moon fire ritual. I stared at the ashes for a while and decided, as a symbol of release, to step into them. As I gazed up, I looked all around me and realized that I was surrounded by birch trees. The gold leaves danced and laughed and glinted in the sun and I suddenly remembered their folklore — birch trees are an age old symbol of purification.
And so, I painted the feeling. The utter joy of releasing something that felt heavy and burdensome, the lightness the trees must feel when they release leaves that no longer carry any use to them. Divine Release is a ritual I practice as often as I need. A reminder that death and rebirth are a beautiful aspect of our humanness and of our innate oneness with nature.
This is an original watercolor painting on 100% pure cotton, 140 lb professional grade paper. The piece is signed by the artist on the bottom right corner, and titled and dated on the back.
This piece is matted with 100% cotton rag core matboard and set in a hand-stained and varnished, authentic wood frame, behind glass and includes d-hooks and picture wire hand-installed by the artist so your artwork is ready to hang up in your space.
Artwork with frame measures 23 x 29 x 3/4 inches.
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