Mistakes Were Made
August 10, 2009 by Janice
Yes, yesterday mistakes were made. From a viridian green that overshot its banks to way over doing my power walk, there were plenty of oops sprinkled over my afternoon. But it did not start out that way. I wanted a “regular” day. A day to be. A good pause between the rest of the week . You know, a Sunday, to set a rhythm for the week.
It started beautifully. Poems and pictures and resonant sounds…all good centering things. Lovely and worth taking into my week as I paint. All from this creative clan that is building on line. Here are some of the gifts of yesterday morning:
From the lovely Joanna Young The Art of Paying Attention. Wildflowers from Scotland and her own blossoming. Having A Little Faith, from the multi-talented Amy Palko. The picture here is one of my favorite things of all things and as usual the words go just right with it. Visions of magical dragons in a Sunday poem by the truly magical HiroBoga. Everyone should have a Hiro in their lives. Remembering Through Resonance uniquely Fabeku’s walk through our sense of sound to bring us back to our essential self. Big on my to buy list.
So Sunday morning , even before tea and my paper, started off very nicely, with small chats with some of my favorite creative people. It seemed like a day made for walking through all of my senses, and to paint just a little on the new piece while I felt so mellow and strong. Felt more myself. And my breathing more relaxed.
Until the afternoon. As I painted gently on the unopened blossoms, greens of all sorts ran amok. Including that staining viridian green, down it drizzled when I shifted the paper. Oops. I held my breath.
No worries. That’s the beauty of 300 pound paper and off wiped most of it.
See that sunlight on the unopened blooms above? That is 93 degrees or better sunlight. Hot. Instead of the one mile I had been doing, (I wanted to gain some distance, increase my strength), I went a little further. “Just up to the next big stoplight”, I thought to myself. Round trip 4 miles I found out later. In almost 100 degree weather.
I ran out of water. The sun beat down. “Shade. Need Shade.” My brain was saying.
“Just five minutes more” every five minutes on the last half mile. Talking myself home.
I blame Santana. I had worn my ipod thinking it would increase my stride, HAH it increased my idiocy. Note to self, maybe walk in the mornings or at dusk. Not in the hottest part of the day.
So this morning I am surveying the wreakage of my “regular ” day. My yesterday. Rubbing moisturizer on my sunburned nose. Re-hydrating my entire body. Noticing the oops is all gone on the painting. Wiped off or covered over by the greens that followed.
My relaxing Sunday. Hm…not bad actually. When all is said and done.
Here’s my Organizing thought this Monday. Keep the poems and pictures close. Paint. Walk stronger ( but smarter) and add on 5 more “regular” days. Mistakes will be made. But gifts will be had.
And that is not bad at all.
How about you? Any thoughts guiding you this week?
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Well I’ve been having fun with my seven year old nephew who’s over for a visit. Talk about watching creativity in action – every object becomes part of a game, an interactive museum piece, a work of art. He just ruthlessly claims, possesses, changes and makes his own. I am watching and learning!!!
Thanks for mentioning my piece in your round up. Yes, with your and other influences working their magic… I am blossoming
It’s a well known fact that most greens tend to run amuck if you insist upon painting on unopened blossoms.
Best to be a tad patient and wait for the blossoms to open before attempting to paint on petals. They can be relyably unco-operative otherwise…or at least that has been my experience but whadoI know?
Thanks for your kind nod to Remembering Through Resonance. I appreciate it tons. Coming back to our essential self… that’s a perfect way to describe it. Thanks again.