I want to spend an hour or so, virtually, in the company of women, playing with watercolour and conversing, but I have things on the go and a little dog who demands my attention so I steal delicious snippets in which I can be present.
It has to be enough.
I work on a painting where I’m trying to pull flowers out from a first wash and, as it turns out, stepping away and coming back again gives me fresh eyes, and I end up with something I’m reasonably happy with.
But I get cranky when I’m pulled in multiple directions. The season of “do more” has passed. I’m okay with “just enough”, where I once scoffed at the thought. And so, the fact that I’m juggling competing priorities means I don’t get the benefit of an extended time of quiet creativity, but I get a taste. Enough to entice me to try again another day.
These days, and for the rest of my days, I want to embrace moments. Stand still and pay attention. Nurture creativity. Contribute more than I consume. Practice loving well (and, man, do I need a lot of practice). Walk a slow and mindful path. Lean in to the Divine.
Your watercolour is absolutely beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.