Asking for a sign
Spot an Evening Grosbeak
She waits for me now.
Art Prescription: Sometimes the good stuff has to wait. Has to wait to pay the mortgage, has to wait to pay college tuition, has to wait to pay the grocery bill…has to wait. I have a lovely Evening Grosbeak waiting for me to paint her. I will get there…for now a purple sketch.
Dog barks in distance
Low August sun warms shoulders
Pull rock from my shoe.
Art Prescription: How long have I walked with that rock in my shoe? Feeling one-sided, out of balance, slightly annoyed. I heard the constant click as my foot hit the path, but didn’t really stop to see what was there. Like most of life, we have to make a conscious decision to pay attention.
Ah, the decision cascade: If this, then that, and what if? And we limp along.
What if it was really as simple as taking the rock from your shoe and moving on one step at a time!!
ps. the rock will be fine, rocks have their place, that’s how they became rocks…you my friend have become water, dynamic and flowing!
Serenity now
Seasons change and so do I
Courage to move on!
Art Prescription: Is change knocking at your door? Poets and writers alike have long written about the changing of the seasons. Do the subtle changes speak to you? Do you notice? It takes courage to look at the truth.
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