This is so much truer than I ever thought.
Life can change in the blink of an eye.
Or just choosing to change the lens you view the world through.
Today, I’m choosing a farm ripened organic strawberry len
They call it summer love
There had been a lot of growth during this sketchbook. Both in skill set
The black and white was done about a year ago, the watercolor was done last night.
But also growth in intention.
Growth in self control
Growth in forward vision
While there is a slight melancholy about the ending of this sketchbook, there is great positive energy about what comes next.
What does come next?
Walking to work there was a tiny dead baby mouse on the parking lot
The tiny mouse on the hard black top tugged at me and I was compelled to snap a photo. Knowing she would feed some other hungry baby I left the mouse there.
After sketching her, the art looked so bleak and for days it bothered me. So I changed the story and gave her an umbrella of flowers to rest under.
Hopefully I do the same in life.
Give people a place to rest, or a strong shoulder to lean on
Sometimes you have to leave the dissonance behind and go searching for some beauty.
You can’t win wars without resting between battles
We are so busy forgiving everyone for everything.
Are we remembering to forgive ourselves?
Especially for things we didn’t know we didn’t know?
It’s so easy to lose hope with all that is happening right now.
To feel abandoned and alone.
And then you discover a kindred soul also in search of hope.
With hope we will survive
Sometimes we get so caught in remembering the hurt people have inflicted on us we lose sight of everything else.
I’d rather spend my time remembering the honey sweet strawberries 🍓 eaten yesterday than the meanness lobbed my way over the years
Fresh strawberries are just starting to appear
Everything we do has a ripple effect.
For making things good.
For creating harm.
For building someone up or
crushing them like an insignificant bug.
Which side of history (even your tiny corner of history) do you want to be on?
What is your legacy?
Hopefully my legacy is one of hope
During an ice storm a few years ago a beautiful old weeping cherry fell over in the yard. I left the roots and fallen stump because there was beauty in the mossy bark and it was a perfect home for Buddha
Over the years the tree has started re-growing and the most amazing microcosm has formed. The leaves have aphids, which brings tiny black beetles who eat the aphids, which brings bushtits to eat the tiny beetles and aphids.
Bushtits are itty bitty little birds who happily twitter in the weeping cherry not a foot from my head and bring me great joy, for which I am grateful
If artists only showed their best art.
If singers only performed when their voices were sublime.
If pianists only went on stage when they had perfected their craft.
Sing, dance, make imperfect art.
We can all create beauty.
For ourselves and everyone who lost their way