When suddenly set free,
it does take a little bit of time
to rediscover yourself...
...to let go...
...to let your creativity flow...
and follow your Art.
I've been getting reacquainted with
peace, quiet, stillness, freedom from intensely impossible deadlines
and mounds of paperwork.
At first, I felt like I couldn't be creative.
My monkey mind wouldn't stop shouting!
Then, I made a promise to myself:
choose to be happy again and Let Go.
And I picked up the novel I had started a ways back:
The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Frye.
And my mind relaxed. And my racing body was still, and open.
And I imagined a road, a peaceful road.
I followed my art.
it led me to this.
and I like it.
I am in a better place.
It reminds me of Winnie the Pooh,
and his Thoughtful Spot.
Where is your peace?
Where do you find your Thoughtful Spot?
What leads you to relaxation again?
I'd love to know.