Shoe down the River

I believe a journey is awaiting me. I'm on the wings of an adventure. Tail feathers ready for lift off...
Just a week or so ago, I went tubing down a river. Higher than it had been the year before, it traveled faster. At one point, our four tubes, which were tide together, hit a tree root coming off the bank. My foot was caught, and I was whisked off of our safe floating cluster into the cold water.
For a moment I held onto a nearby branch, the water rushing past my face. My shoe had been ripped off. I searched the water for it.
I had to let go. My friends yelled to me. "Get back on the raft! The shoe doesn't matter!"
I swam to them, only a moment later, seeing my Keen just a few feet away, I clammored back for it.
With terribly bruised knees and a cold foot, I came back to my tube. "How can you be so calm?" One of them asked.
I had the shoe. Why should I be otherwise?

It's the little adventures that make things worth it.

Done. Seen. Sold.

Tuesday at 11:00am this painting was sold to Mr. Gray for decoration in his English class.
100$ "Ishmael and Queequeg" inspired by "Moby Dick."
This painting will forever represent the end of an era for me.
10 years I've been in the same place. Yesterday was my last day.
2 years I've had a consistent run of people and activities. Yesterday was the beginning of a breaking mold.
I made a mistake recently. I've made many. I'll make others. This one counted more.

At the same time, this was a learning experience. Every bit. My course is laid out, yet mysterious. I shall go out, create, and discover. I invite you to join me.