Spring is teasing me with the promise of infinite possibility and I can feel my senses waking up again after a long and very exhausting winter. The pale green froth of new leaves on the trees overhead, the clear blue of open skies, the blush of tulip buds, the brilliant gold of forsythia, and the secret of violet petals hiding under heart shaped leaves thrill me after months of a monochromatic landscape.
I was talking to a friend a few days ago and mentioned that I realize I am feeling disconnected from the natural world. It is time for me to get out more, to take walks, dig in the garden, and find a tree to sit near and start up a conversation. I am ready to move out of the heady, thinking space I’ve been inhabiting, and get back into my physical body, at least part of the time (I do love the world of ideas!). Spring is beckoning me into play, taking chances, attempting new and unfamiliar things, and remembering the delight of focusing on process over product in my creative work. I am packing up the sketchbooks and art supplies, the notebooks and pens and heading out to the park. Maybe I will see you out inhaling the lilacs, or indulging your bare toes in some newly green grass.