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I remember when I painted for the fun of it. Swishing and swirling colors to reflect my inner most, sensitive feelings of love and happiness. What do you do when you lose that feeling. When all your dreams fade to grey.
I look at the canvas but I can’t invoke the desire to lift the brushes to start anything. I want to use yellow. I need to smell blue. You probably don’t believe colors have smells and feelings. In my experience it’s true. It is all apart of my emotional state of well being and I miss it. So I think paint…but I need a little more time to get it all together.
So, what am I doing now you might ask? I’m answering the call of family. I have picked up the old crochet hook and started teaching myself to crochet flowers. Flowers for a bridal bouquet in hopes I will get good results. I hadn’t crocheted in years and you would never guess how much fun I am having with learning the stitches. The colors of the yarns are vibrant enough to bring joy to my evenings as I try a new flower. It hasn’t made me want to paint yet but it did encourage me to blog about it. Another thing I haven’t done in a while. I’m feeling like I am on my way back to being alive and in living color.
When I close my eyes tonight I think I will dream colors. At least I believe the colors will come to me with memories of love and happiness. Another time and space leading me back to painting. It won’t happen overnight but I’m excited just the same.
Thank you for perusing and I pray sweet sleep tonight for you.