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| Mowed Tall Grass & Weeds |
There's no stopping time moving on as we are well into January 2023. Today is Hot Tea Day. A good cuppa with some thoughts about how the future is looking feels good in comparison to the blush of hopefulness on New Year's Day.
Grief takes over life like time, no stopping it. The days absorb sorrow as our hearts adjust. Feeling on an more even keel, after thinking so much on where I am in life, my own mortality, some areas feel clearer.
I'm old.
A foreshortened future is like doing spring cleaning in November. Option adjustments aside, the drag of wondering how long I have can be put on a shelf.
Creative pursuits are uplifting.
During cleaning, I found one of those inexpensive canvases I bought last month unopened. In December I was painting. At a point, my focus went into a slump. I put the canvas on the easel...cleaning more...need place for a drawing that fell off the easel top...painter's tape fatigue...place it in front of canvas...and sketch on the plastic an idea for an astract from the drawing glued to the canvas surface.
As a kid, we had picnics in tall grassy fields that left flatten spaces like deer beds. The mowed down tall grasses and weeds remind me that our life is in the same environment. Looking back at 2023 day one...Weather changes. We change.
Life is as abstract as it is real.
Do take care of yourself.
ReplyDeleteThank you, William
ReplyDeleteI am scaling back outdoor exercise while the temperatures are below freezing. :)
Creative pursuits do lift the spirits. Take good care.
ReplyDeleteLorrie,
ReplyDeleteThings are brightening up despite the dreary weather. A clear desk area does wonders for inspiring creativity aka making a mess again. :)
Ah are we not made more cheerful when we pursue creativity? Be kind and gentle with yourself...winter comes but yeah spring follows. Will be looking forward to seeing what you will be painting next. Hugs!
ReplyDeleteWhen you wrote this: "The days absorb sorrow as our hearts adjust." I thought -- yes, I know that feeling. I've had it. I will again.
ReplyDeleteI'm o sorry you are experiencing grief in these dark days of winter when it seems the weather does nothing to brighten the days. (Maybe I say that because I live in cloudy Michigan where we have heard there is such a thing as sun but haven't seen it in weeks.) I'm glad you are looking toward using your creative gifts again. Sometimes once one starts with the paint, the rest falls into place.
Please take care.
I have thought some similar thoughts-how old I am now-68-how did that happen? I remember as a 10 year old sitting in my beloved grandma's kitchen. She looked at me and told me that she just couldn't believe how old she had gotten, and that she still felt the same inside-that hadn't changed. When you're 10 years old, people in their twenties seem ancient, so I had no real understanding of what she was saying then. But I do now. I think the words from your commentors are right-take care of yourself...Winter can make things look bleak. I'm thinking about when the peepers are out again, and the robins are singing their spring song.
ReplyDeleteHugs, Debbie
ReplyDeleteReading blogs makes spring feel closer.
Jeanie,
Prayers for Michigan sunshine
There is something about a cleaned off desk that is desperate for the comfort of stuff. As long as there is minimal presure on the back of my legs, and no long hours of sitting, my desk will get more attention this winter.
Debra,
ReplyDeleteThinking of love one's ages when we were kids is mind boggling, like looking into a prallel universe.
I knew my mother when she was in her thirties sounds really weird. Then thinking about self, I knew me when I was 16 years. That is funny.
Spring to me is right around the corner. :)
"The days absorb sorrow as our hearts adjust." I felt that. Profound words, May. You are a gift, often helping me see things in my world I didn't truly notice before.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Becki
ReplyDeleteYour organizational posts are a real inspiration to me.
Hot Tea Day, ah, there is a day for everything, I think.
ReplyDeleteI like some teas, peppermint is one. Green Matcha is another. My husband got me lavender chamomile Christmas before last, it's nice in the summer as an iced tea.
I agree, creative pursuits ARE uplifting. I have many canvases of various size/price and will get back to them soon, I hope. Your colorful abstract reminds me a couple doodles I was doing sometime last year.
~Mary
Mary,
ReplyDeleteI look forward to seeing your artwork. Lavender camomile ice tea sounds wonderful. The heat on indoors can be so dry, a bit of summer refreshment will be nice.