Take two sunsets and call me in the morning

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I made this painting last evening during the sunset. We were in Hawk Cove, just outside Middle River where we keep our boat docked. With only a slight breeze, we were able to poke along with the mainsail instead of going to the trouble of anchoring. I was attracted to an amazing bulge of shockingly white cloud erupting from the bank of blue-gray on the horizon. The tinge of yellow and peach from the descending sun would be interesting to try to capture in watercolor.

As soon as I began, circumstances conspired to annoy me. My husband was feeling too relaxed after a nice picnic dinner to steer, so the boat twisted slowly away from my view. Since the sunset would soon be over, he wanted to start the engine and be on our way. As soon as he made this known, I protested. One of the best things about a sunset on water is the stillness that settles over everything. It’s also almost impossible to capture it in a painting, because the scene is constantly changing.

Even with a quick attempt, the glowing cloud that had first caught my attention moved off to the north. The entire view became suffused with lavender, the water included. The blue-gray clouds were now glowing pink and gold. Not the garish colors of a desert sunset, but the modest tints of Maryland summer. It was a spectacular, offhand illustration of the ephemeral, as if the clouds were speaking: Pay attention. Watch closely or you will miss this.

And isn’t that the appeal of watching the sun set? It’s a reminder of how fleeting everything is. The world seems so solid and status quo at noon. Problems strike us as intractable, unsolvable. And yet the very nature of life on earth is constant, relentless change. Every moment differs from the one just before it and the one coming next.

Watching clouds move across a summer sky may seem like the idle activity of children and loser adults. And yet, to observe change on a regular basis can be a profoundly spiritual act. Especially when I’m feeling trapped in a situation or a system—even one of my own making—a few sunsets could have quite a salutary effect.

I wasn’t terribly enthusiastic about going out on the boat yesterday afternoon. There were so many things to do around the house, work and emails to catch up on. Once we got organized and out there, though, we all enjoyed it. The osprey were in their nests atop each channel marker, the young barely distinguishable from their parents, they’ve grown so much over the summer. I felt the privilege of sitting in the quiet as the sun descended, settling a stillness over everything that soaked into my bones. The magic of light on water—glints, shimmers, reflections, ripples. Diamonds and silver and gold made more precious by their changeability.

My reluctance to go out on the sailboat, especially for longer trips, ultimately stems from a deep aversion to surrendering control, putting myself in the hands of weather, an old boat’s unpredictable mechanics, and close quarters with other people for extended periods of time. And yet, I’ve had the most transcendent and terrifyingly transformative experiences on that boat. This includes storms, yes, but also light on water, quiet, stillness, the marvels of the in-between stretching from day to night. Last evening reminded me that these moments, whether dramatic or subtle, are a priceless reminder of the ever-changing nature of reality.

4 thoughts on “Take two sunsets and call me in the morning

  1. It was the repeated exposure to sunsets over the ocean during my time in Costa Rica that broke open my capacity to feel that all life is connected, that we are all one. It was a plug into the revelation of the divine I had never experienced before. I could really use a couple of weeks of watching the sunset on water every day. Could really use it. Even if it doesn’t happen for years, I look forward to my return. They are truly a gift from God.

    • I have an idea! We’re going out next Sunday, August 9, for another of these. Leave the dock around 4:30 or 5:00, return by 9:00ish. Our lovely next-door neighbors are joining us, and you, Gregg, and Claire would be most welcome.

  2. I like the way your “alone time practice” of watercolor painting broke into your more ordinary daytime and connected you with joy (and beauty) right in the middle of being reluctant and annoyed.

    It is perhaps what those practices, those disciplines, those few moments of the day spent in “self-care” are most intended to do – to change the way we live every moment. Without trying to force it to happen, but in a subtle way, our life-story just changes.

    • Well observed! And to add to that — it wasn’t until journalling about it this morning that I had any deeper insight about how observing a sunset connects me to ongoing, continual creation and change. So, it was a combo plate of practices! Worth noting. . . . As well as remembering that even a quickie, 10 or 15 minute painting can open a door to all sorts of perceptions.

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