Quiet Blessings
My son ignored me when I suggested he go down the creek and throw rocks to let out his frustration. It was a day that took more than I had.
Too restless to tackle the long list of things I was supposed to be doing, I wandered down the creek myself and just like that I could breathe. The old she oak that clings to the bank was hugging the last puddle of the seasonal waterhole. It’s only a creek but the peace I felt soothed all the jagged parts of me. I sat quietly soaking it in for 20 minutes and climbed back up the hill restored and excited.
The next day I dragged my paint and canvas down there and started painting. I love sitting outdoors and painting a beautiful spot. I painted for 2 days and often I put down my brush and just watched in delight. While I sat there I saw 15 double bar finches and a couple of pardalotes drink and a willy wagtail have a bath.
This painting was very satisfying!