During the Creative Process
No matter what’s on the horizon, nature has a way of mothering us.
She’s the steady hand we rely on— more than we know.
In one of my favorite books, A Moveable Feast, Hemingway speaks of her.
‘With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a season of your life. … But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen…the spring always came finally…’
Inspired by Hemingway and the carpet of purple at the Wallace House here in Paris, Kentucky …
I did a little watercolor musing in my journal here…
Which I am hoping will inspire you to make a little painting today from this…
‘When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.’
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
Let us not limit our happiness.
Let us be as good as spring itself!
P.S. I should note that both videos were shot impromptu by me, so audio and quality are what they are 😉 And, I always love hearing from you—comments are welcome below!