Snow and Drawings
This Winter has been a snowy one. And that’s a good thing. The desert
Snow day
“That I’m looking for something I can’t find
makes me strangely satisfied.
It fills me with time.”
This Winter has been a snowy one. And that’s a good thing by most standards, especially here in the desert. The desert always thirsts. But I must admit the gray days are starting to take their toll on my psyche. We typically have a lot of sunshine all year long. Still, one should try and make good use of days like these.
So, I’m in the studio today going through piles of drawings and sketchbooks filled with still more drawings. Sometimes I forget just how much work I have produced over the years. Seeing some of these drawings is like seeing old friends again. Some, I remember every mark, while others, I barely recall drawing them at all.
A creative life is about marking time. We leave our marks all along the way. And looking back to where we have been is a good thing, on occasion, but for now, I need to draw.
When I Run
This morning I ran outside, versus the treadmill. It was so nice to feel the sun. And the running effort, while somewhat harder,
Long run
“Our closeness is this:
anywhere you put your foot,
feel me in the firmness under you.”
This morning I ran outside, versus the treadmill. It was so nice to feel the sun. And the running effort, while harder, felt more responsive to how I actually felt. The treadmill always feels somewhat fake. Like I am not really running or even a real runner. Of course, I was slow and had to walk a bit, but it still felt good. Even through the pain and the sweat, I couldn't help but smile. There is just something special about having your sole (soul) touch the earth. And that’s what running is all about, right?
So Close
The ground was sparkly this morning. Seemed appropriate for the season.
( old post 12/12/2019 )
The ground was sparkly this morning. Seemed appropriate for the season. Christmas is less than two weeks away, still I don’t believe I have gotten into the spirit of the thing yet. Perhaps I expect too much from this time of year. I really expect it to be a time of peace and joy, but it rarely is. I suppose that says more about where my head is than anything else.
So, today I will take it upon myself to go out and create some peace and a little bit of joy. It’s not too late.