I was looking at the blank canvas this morning and thinking about what I’d like to paint. Since I had to be somewhere, I ended up not going through the motions of pulling out everything, only to have to put it away again a half hour later. When I want to paint, I want to be able to do so without having to think about being rushed.
I ran my errands with Marcel, came home and decided to go through my shoes. I’ve needed to for a while and I ended up throwing away two pair and putting aside about 6 other pair that I never wear and will give to the thrift shop. While I was sitting in the middle of the floor, I couldn’t help but think about how life is like that canvas.
Our lives are a canvas- a flowing tapestry that is sometimes colorful and sometimes dark. Ultimately how we paint it is entirely up to us.
Th blank canvas of possibility. I love having them around so I might let inspiration fill and flow all over them when the mood strikes me. Life is like a tapestry or a canvas.
Comment by Maggie — February 19, 2011 @ 1:23 am