Ravens are all over the place here in Northern California. I see dozens of them at the end of my street where there are a number of walnut trees. They fly up into the air with a walnut and repeatedly drop it on the street until the shell cracks open.

Even though I see them in groups, Ravens have a wise solitary aura about them. When I look at this painting with its isolated farmhouse at dusk it reminds me of my own sense of aloneness. It’s not an isolated loneliness that desires connection. The best way I could describe it would be a momentary surrender of the mind’s obsession with the future and personal security.

Sri Nisargadatta said, “you are the child of a barren woman. When someone asked him, “what am I going to do with my life”… he replied, “now you’re making plans for the child of a barren woman”.