Engaging this creative act, I am entering a sacred space. It is a blessing, this gift I’ve been given. Aching, tired from the cares of the day, this meditative creative act carries me to a place where my heart feels full. Hopeful.
To open my heart and remember the Old Ones, layer after layer, I allow the flow of watercolor and Spirit to wash away my cares and show the way.
There comes a point I must set the brush aside. Now I must let this particular piece rest, before colors flow into a muddy mess. Patience. One of my biggest lessons in this lifetime. Patience. From one step to the next, I have learned that haste indeed makes waste. Watercolors, rock art and the quiet guidance of the old spirits of this land have taught me that lasting, worthwhile endeavors takes time.