During the Creative Process
Come drink from my well. It is full at the moment.
Next year may bring rains, it may be dry—we share the abundance we have as we have it and no one goes without.
My heart is so moved by all that surrounds me.
Can this really be for me?
The butterfly on my window screen this morning.
In the eyes of Eddie the Cat when I look at him and he peers back—there is a knowing, a higher intelligence that is barely graspable or discernible from this place I stand.
Hills of Tuscany, rolling and covered with silvery olive trees and verdant grape vines nearly bring me to tears.
Sunsets that dazzle.
All here, for me, for the taking?
Painting, such a pleasure, another way to inhabit a moment in time.
Friends and those I barely know…I see their humanity, their hearts exposed and it exposes within me that same sterling beauty that takes the breath away.
Gratitude flows from every part of me. How can this all be?
Such inescapable, unimaginable…beauty.
I couldn’t resist the pleasure of this special place in Tuscany, a well that has watered many a thirsty soul no doubt. Did a bit of drawing with my Kemper tool that I also use for signing just because 🙂