I will be the first to acknowledge that I am not in possession of great artistic skills. And for that matter I don’t have a lot of art knowledge.
But it seems with the dawning of my new age I have a burning need to create.
There is a vibrating and powerful drumming in me.
Today’s artistic endeavors are being brought to you courtesy of snow delaying me from driving to my hiking destination, and then changing my hiking destination. You may thank the
global warming state’s deep freeze.
I’ve learned a few things in doing this. I don’t need to recreate the masterpiece that was created. The child I love. Or the thoughts that make me happy. Or the moments that fill me with hope and gratitude.
In part of my desire to create….I want to capture an essence. Something that I see. Or feel. Something is so strongly reverberating in me that it is roaring. I want to create something tangible to go along with my feelings.
My skill is not in my ability to create. My skill is in my ability to love all that I have and cherish it.
And I do.