I say to myself, you should go and get a few things from the store, and then I open the door, and immediately change my mind. I find I am going out only when it is absolutely necessary.
We have had rain, and cold winds, and unseasonal warm weather, with the rain., then cold, windy days. Today the wind is bitter. I would much sooner sit and paint, than brave the cold.
How does one talk themselves into going out when it is nasty. Now they are showing pictures on the tv news of the snow and snow squalls. Nice....... On the bright side the winds should be easing off tomorrow.
My Christmas card is off to the printers, so I shall have that back by the end of the month. I have painted a lot of things, and perhaps some of them will be presents. I always make little decorations for my choir and Bible Study group, and have made a good start on them.
On her blog www.emilypfreeman.com Chatting at the Sky, Emily has been an encouragement to me as far as renewing my desire to paint. Now I am painting, for my own pleasure, the crazy acrylic abstracts that I have always loved to do. I am enjoying it more than ever.
When I paint landscapes, I always compare myself to other painter's pictures which I like. I can't compare my abstracts, because they don't have to be exactly like anything else. Does that make sense? I also don't worry now (too much) whether I am making sense. I know what I mean...
I am also taking 10 minutes a day to just write. I receive daily prompts, and write on the topic given. It is not easy, but I am trying to keep up. I have missed one day, because I just couldn't come up with a story. I am just supposed to write, no re-reading, no correcting or scratching out and changing. When finished I put it away. At some point I will reread, but not for a while. It is a very interesting exercise, and I am enjoying it.
So my desk and cupboard are scattered with half finished items, paint bottles, brushes and palate lay waiting for me to get back to it. I used to be able to paint into the wee hours of the morning, but that was years ago. Now I have become something I never thought I would be, a morning person. Sadie is my alarm clock, and we are always up around six. So mornings have become my quiet time, my work time and my thinking time. Sometimes the thinking hurts my head so I try to think only good things if I can, though some mornings it is hard, especially if a dear friend is sick, or somewhere in the world a hurricane or a tsunami has flattened villages and devastated the lives of thousands.
And then there is the foolishness of our Canadian politics....well, I won't even go there........
Sadie and the fall trees, before the leaves all blew off
Dawn getting the last bins of juice apples ready to be picked up
I have surprised myself, as I reread this post.
I wrote that I was enjoying something twice.
Wonders never cease...
I guess this is all for now.
Be safe and stay warm.