I looked around at my life today - at all of the things that compose my life: my health, my home, my friends, my dog, my garden...the list goes on. And I compared my life to something I saw on a TV show last night. The show was about a neighborhood in Lebanon. At first, I couldn't put my finger on what was disturbing me. In fact. it wasn't until long after the show went off that I realized what it was. There was not, among the tumult of dilapidated grey-brown buildings, a single blade of grass. Nothing green. No trees, no leaves, no flowers. This is what war has done. It made me sad. I made a vow today to never complain about the weeds in my backyard, ever again. I am grateful for the green.
Garden.
I'm so grateful for my garden. I have a little bamboo bench that I sit on when I water. Everything's full and leafy. There are bugs everywhere but I enjoy watching them. I saw a spider with an egg sac creeping through the weeds. I left her alone and hoped she got to wherever she was going. Grasshoppers, crickets, beetles - I guess they've come to feed on my greens. I don't mind one bit. It's great to see so much life in one little spot!
Graphite.
I try to draw every day. Something. Or paint. It's the act of my fingers and hands manipulating an instrument and a medium that relaxes me.
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I don't know if I'll ever finish this portrait. The finished and unfinished parts of it all together on the same piece of paper is driving me crazy.
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