The Night Portal
Karen’s Journal, Day1
A Guest on Echo Island
Hello, I’m Karen, I call myself an intuitive advisor, but everyone else calls me psychic.
This is my journal of musings, impressions and experiences, during my time on Echo Island. I hope that Sharin’s paintings and our combined stories will draw you in, dear reader, and envelop you in the very essence of this enchanted island.
This was my first physical visit to Echo Island. But I had visited many times through Sharin’s paintings, and I mean that in the most literal sense. In my home, I am surrounded by her art, and have discovered that her miniature circular paintings act as a portal for me to explore the island, both in my dreams and in my waking hours. Sharin calls her miniatures, globies, because of the thick palette knife strokes and layers, I’ve discovered her globie of the night sky over Hollow Lake beckons me in the most.
So I was thrilled to be the first guest of the summer, to step from the boat, onto the freshly installed dock. I Immediately moved towards the lake, eager to feel its cool waters swirling around my legs, as I waded along the shoreline.
Revelling in the fact that I was here, among the trees, the critters of the forest, the rock, the flowers, and the green, while soaking in that blue lake vista with every fibre of my being.
The now placid lake held its own deep dark secrets, but only fragments were softly emerging into the periphery of my psyche, like a sigh. So long ago. All the players had moved on, but Hollow Lake remembered and guarded the secrets of the past in its depths.
Were there mermaids here as well? Helping to keep those secrets, mesmerizing with sound just as the island mesmerized with dark, light, and colour?
That thought vanished as the cabin was enticing me to come inside, where past and present flowed into one welcoming room. There was tea and a crackling fire.
