Fields of tomorrow

Run toward what’s next with your whole heart.

The past has nothing new to say —

the fields ahead are calling your name.

🌾 Watercolor, Acrylic and pencil on museum mat board

84x51cm / 33x20 inches

When the wind is at your back, your heart is ahead of you, and the only thing that matters is the stretch of open ground before you.

You ride faster.
Not to escape — but to reach.
To feel the rush of tomorrow pulling you in, green and endless, full of promise.

The past fades with every stride.
The future is yours to run to.

sometimes the strength doesn’t come all at once.
Sometimes it’s found in the next turn of the path, the next breath, the next quiet prayer