This morning as I looked out my bedroom window I could see my neighbor's bird feeder swinging unnaturally, then a brown fuzzy tail emerged. She's been having a battle trying to keep the bird seed safe for the birds lately, as the squirrels are gobbling up more than their share. I was too far away to shoo it away, so had to sit and watch it sway. I thought it was cute and kind of funny, even though I know my neighbor would be angry. As said in Jurassic Park -- "nature finds a way."
It's hard to see things happen that we can't fix. In the past few days I've dealt with sad people, unhappy people, and even very angry people. It is hard to see people go through these stages knowing that there is little to do but provide an ear and some cheer. I am not immune to these states of being, most definitely, and can understand where the feelings are coming from. My friends are my mirrors. I am eternally grateful for that. I try to be the same for them. It is all about connection and energy, at the end of the day, and for some reason negative energy hangs around too long.
I am grateful to be an artist because through making things I can make good in the world. A little, tiny piece of tangible, positive energy. Van Gogh's quote of "A good picture is equivalent to a good deed" rings very true. All the labels for what is "art" and what is "ART" don't seem to matter much when a beautiful work is exposed. It is what it is. Art is evidence of being, another type of mirror, capturing the intangible. Offering a place for a busy mind to stop being busy and reflect. To enjoy the experience of looking and gentle thinking.
Here's hoping for a day filled with at least as much creative time as there is laundry time, and back rest time. Sigh.
What will you make today?