The first several hours of this day went well. A talk with a good friend, with progress made on some work-related decisions.
Gorgeous weather outside, blue skies, sunshine, a breeze, and temperatures moderate enough for me to open the windows and patio door instead of having the air conditioner on. It feels wonderful outside.
But this afternoon, as I started thinking about some things I need to do, and other things I’m trying to get clarity about, I started to feel the stress rise.
I spent some time outside.
And then I spent some time in front of the easel.
I got out the canvas I started the other day (replacing the current one on the easel – I often paint on more than one project at a time).
Using more blues, and using more water, I stood there and let myself get lost in the flow of the paint on the canvas.
Letting my brush flow, letting the water flow, letting myself simply do swirls and curves and drips and drops.
Not worrying about the end result.
Only painting. Enjoying the doing of it.
Connecting – again – to joy.