In the flow of life there are daily tides, and waves.
There are storms followed
afterwards with calm seas again.
I am only human and I find myself bemoaning the storm,
fighting the waves and wishing for perfect conditions....
which are not happening.
And this too, is forgiven. I forgive myself this as I write.
This being in the moment business has its challenges....
I find it less challenging when the moments are full,
ripe and rich for the picking.
My moments now often contain obligations, chores,
and multiple voices calling for attention.
One of those voices is my own true self and though I hear her,
I attend to the others.
I say to myself
"Wait. Wait a little bit. Soon, soon."
My voice and I have been through this before.
I know about these times, and that rather than writhe against it,
I may as well put on my raincoat and keep walking.
Right now the tide is high, the winds are strong
and the beach I walk is narrow.
I have the same 24 hours as everyone does,
but it seems not enough.
So I make tiny art.
Small art. Palm sized art.
And I console myself with this during stormy late winter high tides.
And in those moments I am most myself,
in love with being and making.
If you would like one of these tags to arrive in a handmade envelope
to your mail box, please leave a comment.
I shall include your name in a draw.
I’ll announce the winners next weekend.
So stay in touch so you can send me your snail mail address
if your name is one of the ones drawn.
Meanwhile I will probably make more small art,
until time opens up and I start painting again.