Art Heals

I woke up today feeling an inexplicable, weird blend of despair and lethargy. I came into my little studio to paint a bit, with no clear goal or idea in mind, and found myself starting to cover an already finished painting with dark, dark gray. I covered almost half of it before I realized what I was doing. To counter it, reached for the white, and ended up painting myself a message. I guess I now know part of what is weighing on me. And what I should focus on today. Doing what I can.

 

Gratitude

I'm thankful for trees and for hugs, for light and love and life of all kinds. I'm thankful for strong legs to run and strong roots to rise. I'm thankful for a husband who supports me in everything I do. I'm thankful for parents who raised me with so much compassion and empathy, who raised me to appreciate Mother Earth and all of her creatures and to take care of it and all of them as best I can. I'm thankful for siblings who love like I do. I'm thankful for friends. If you can read this, I am thankful for you. I am thankful for freedom and for life. I can't wait to start new traditions this year and every year, to do my part to make our world a little bit better, to shine my little light as best and as bright as I can.

Moth- er Nature

"life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."

~Maya Angelou