It is officially the end of the holidays here, with my son heading back to school today, the tree tucked back into the attic and the ribbon and wrap all gone for another year. My husband and I are mumbling about giving up treats and exercising more. The stores are bursting with Valentine's candy and cards. I fully expect swimsuits to arrive in the next few weeks (which only further emphasizes the need to exercise more) and then it will be Halloween...
Time is racing, running, sprinting faster than I can possibly keep up. And so I will drag my feet and dig in my heels, determined to slow things down. Which can best be accomplished by painting or yard work. I plan to do both.
The first art exhibit of the year was hung yesterday. I find so much beauty in these gatherings of painted souls. There is an abundance of creativity and imagination in the world; I feel it is full to bursting. Maybe this is the reason for swirling storms and cloud walking giants - an explosion of feisty creativity from color-saturated heavens.
And now, curl up in your blanket, grab a hot cup of joe and gaze at the people of the whale.