"Like Swimming" - a favorite song by Morphine

Life's activities ebb and flow like water. At times this water trickles like a mountain stream, allowing a person's creativity plenty of time to meander and cultivate grand projects. At other times, life feels more like Niagara Falls, with the flow so fast and full that creativity is only allowed short bursts of breath before being pulled under once again.

Don't fight the water - adapt! My life is blessedly full. When I can't find the time to paint, I turn to writing, which for me is possible in the small crevices of time throughout my day. Painting is not abandoned, simply at rest, waiting for it's reawakening.


Sunday, July 3, 2016

A Writer's Dream

 Napping on the porch
On a summer afternoon,
Sun warming my body,
The beginning of a story
Comes to mind.
I stir enough
To capture it
In shadow ink upon the wall.
I return to slumber.
Awaking (still dreaming),
I smile to see my tale
Still there.
I begin to read the words.
Each collapses
Into nonsense
At the edges of my grasp.
I rouse
To the frustration
Of a writer’s dream.