As I unscrewed the clean white tops of the new paint tubes today, I breathed a joyful sigh and smile. The fresh white canvas felt crisp and new out of the wrapper. As I filled a cup with water, I flipped through ideas in my head. After squeezing the thick paint onto the palette, I scooped the colors onto the brush and then pushed them into abstract shapes on the small 12 X 12 space.
What gives us joy is something to pay attention to. Didn't the master of the universe implant loves in our soul before we took up our human form? Isn't there a reason why I can't stand the sight of blood, therefore ruling out the medical profession? Or why I shy from unnecessary danger, ruling out skiing instruction or the army? I believe yes.
What action moves us and calms us at the same time? Watch for these. Make time for these. There's power in that. And transformation. It's different for each person. It's flying planes for one and taking photos for another. It's computers or buildings, music or numbers, gardening or teaching. Some may argue, 'i don't know what it is though.' But you do.
1 comment:
Beautifully said! Bravo!!
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