In the midst of the ups and downs of my emotional life
I managed to get the pencil and brush moving on the page a few times.
It always feels like jumping off the high dive.
But then when I'm down there swimming around
the creative waters are fresh and enlivening.
We went on a swamp tour one day.
The guide was engaging, the creatures made appearances -
alligators, turtles, wild hogs and raccoons -
all (except the turtles) attracted by quantities of marshmallows
tossed in the water.
But the boat never stopped chugging along
so I had to draw on the fly . . . a practice in itself.
The next day I was drawn to a huge tree in City Park.
It was an overwhelming form.
I tried the relaxed approach, the only option to get me going -
letting go of the outcome - the big easy . . .
In the end I felt sad, disappointed, resigned and surprisingly okay
with the page - and my life !
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and collected the lively colors of the houses -
Everywhere we went there were colored beads -
hanging from the trees, draped over the balconies,
lining the railings, adorning the fire hydrants.
A City of Beads . . .