Hard day today.
When I headed downstairs this morning to begin the day, tears blurred the way. Yet something way deep inside me was glad to hear me growl, "I gotta paint." I fumbled my way to the dining room table--it seems very appropriate that an area designed to feed people is now my current and primary place to paint.
Anyway, I picked up my favorite round brush and slopped the paint really wet and just splattered it on the page. Teardrops. Throughout the day I've splattered more, different colors. If this day was gonna have tears, then let them make a rainbow. Different times I also used one of my favorite techniques: blowing on the wet spots through a straw, which after a few sharp puffs actually ends up spitting on them. I like the bursts of color, especially the surprise when I'm sure a spot is dry but then: ptooie! and the drop bursts and runs.
Yes, this day has been hard. Letting go. Of stuff. Of people. Of dreams.
Going out now for a walk--a committment I thank Lauren for. With every step I'm gonna stream out all the stuff I'm grateful for. And there is plenty of it.
This sadness will not defeat me.
[also it will not de-feet me . . . as in keep me from walking . . get it??? hahahahahahaha. Well, if she can tell really bad jokes, she must be okay.)