Thursday, early afternoon. Warm sun and blue sky and a cool wind. Outside the window, the neighbour’s fir tree shifts, shakes, bends as each gust of wind hits it then moves on.
I am in my studio in Victoria, on the couch, sketchbook on my legs, writing. Jazz music playing. KPLU Seattle. I love this radio station. Coffee at my side. Decaf latte, to be precise.
So many good things in this life. I’ve easily named twelve in the previous two paragraphs.
I count the blessings in my life. Noticing keeps me present and grounded in my senses, my body, my heart. The best place for a writer and artist to be. Noticing is my direct connection to the world.
My drawing and writing come from noticing. Come from love and joy, from curiosity and questions. Some say that art comes from pain, the heart needing to express things that have no words. I know for sure my work comes from joy and love.
It was love that led me through the door of the art school every day for three years. It is love that leads me to the page and my blog each week. There may be pain expressed in what I create, but it is love and connection and the joy of creating that sparks me into action. All good things. All blessings.
So what blessings have I counted here today?
A day to be alive on this Earth. Warm sun. Blue sky. Cool wind.
The fir tree bending, shaking, shifting.
My studio and it’s old, comfortable, blue-and-white striped couch (an Ikea special).
Sketch book, the latest in a 20-year series.
Jazz on KPLU (that’s 2 things).
My body and senses and heart.
Connecting with this world.
Pain, joy, love (use everything).
Curiosity and questions.
Words and my blog.
Creating, connection (again), action.
Yes, let me count my blessings. Gifts from the world. Thank you, World. I love you too.