sometimes it's a scrap of paper in an unusual color...sometimes a riff in a song that stays with you...or the line from a poem...or the smell of cinnamon, or mossy forest floors...sometimes the heart-bursting love you feel when a small paw settles into the palm of your hand during nap time, or the great, contented sigh that follows...the texture of some new found object or swatch of fabric...colors singing up from your worktable as you survey brilliant pastel sticks and dark saturated acrylics waiting for you hand to bring them to life....sometimes, though, it's just sweet silence in the still-dark sky of morning with eyes closed and gratitude flowing, a snoring puppy under my chair, and a kitty resting on the chairback with 1 paw resting at the nape of my neck. yeah. sometimes that's all it takes to recharge, invigorate, energize, begin again.
sometimes it's a scrap of paper in an unusual color...sometimes a riff in a song that stays with you...or the line from a poem...or the smell of cinnamon, or mossy forest floors...sometimes the heart-bursting love you feel when a small paw settles into the palm of your hand during nap time, or the great, contented sigh that follows...the texture of some new found object or swatch of fabric...colors singing up from your worktable as you survey brilliant pastel sticks and dark saturated acrylics waiting for you hand to bring them to life....sometimes, though, it's just sweet silence in the still-dark sky of morning with eyes closed and gratitude flowing, a snoring puppy under my chair, and a kitty resting on the chairback with 1 paw resting at the nape of my neck. yeah. sometimes that's all it takes to recharge, invigorate, energize, begin again.
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