It is a small thing, but this past week I was forced experience a different way of being in the world. An injured shoulder required me to stop using my left arm for the week. I am left-handed, so that made everything a bit awkward. Including painting. But I often draw wrong-handed to keep things loose, so the opportunity to paint an entire piece that way was too good to pass up.
This painting, created entirely wrong-handedly, does bring me both wonder and joy. And the realization that maybe, just maybe, the way I usually do things isn't the only or best way to do them. Apparently, it is never too late in life to become a diver. :)