The early morning sky today beckoned me out for my usual walk, when all is fresh and many are still asleep. A soft shade of peach and pink traced across the sky as I looked out of my window. It was going to be a good day.
I had a nice visit with a potter friend who shared her joy in learning a creative hobby to fill her quiet times when she needed to connect with her inner spirit. That is the wonderful thing about being an artist, whatever outlet one chooses. It does take you into a world of silence and put you in touch with your spirituality. It is peaceful and healing and the finished products are satisfying to oneself as well making an imprint on the lives of others. It is a joyful escape into our own world.
Now that I have found the joy in being me again, after a long dry spell, I am eager to paint more paintings , in watercolor and pastel and to share them with my friends, family and followers. Not only do I want to but I need to because that is part of who I am.
Adding pleasure and laughter to my day, also, was time spent having lunch with a new friend. Sharing food and conversation is in a way, a creative thing, because we are weaving the bonds of friendship. Somebody once told me that there may be many people in our life, but true friends can be counted on one hand.
Lucky are those of us who have even one best friend.
