I had a guest bedroom in Canada and I have one in Belgium. The trouble is that I rarely go in there, and when I do I don’t linger.

In Belmont the walls were a gorgeous deep purple. In Gent I used the exact same colour in my bedroom so I can let it enter me every day.

The same goes for my art. The photograph you see was in my laundry room in Canada, on a side wall. No lingering there … just focusing on the task at hand. And now it hangs in my guest bedroom.

I hereby commit to sitting on a chair in that room and feeling into the image for minutes on end. Because it deserves that. The picture was created to move people so I need to let it do its job.

Look at the shaft of light. How does it get inside? What is being illuminated? How come there are so many caves that are totally black?

What I need to express isn’t an essay about the depths of geology and spirituality. Just the few words in the paragraph above will do nicely.

I simply need to stay put for awhile and let the wonder of the scene wash over me. No “and therefore …” Just the experience.

The receiving is enough