I swim
upstream
leaving behind my
origins...
Better waters
await.
It’s been an emotionally trying week for this songwriter-poet. Everything conspired to put me in a mental space of questioning. I’ve felt a bit at times like I’m just circling the drain — re-hashing old stuff and not looking forward enough. As my husband might say, trying to drive while looking too much out the rear window.
So this afternoon, my oldest wanted to go down to the creek on our property, and I decided to take my art supplies which have been languising in a drawer for the better part of a year. We didn’t see any fish, but I had fun painting this one. 🙂
