Sunday, February 13, 2011
Hope of Spring
Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.
The day dawns sunny, with promises of spring in the chill February air. Frost sparkles on crushed winter grass, but the dogwood buds turn their hearts to the blue sky above, waiting, like I do. Upon discovering a delicate blue flower out in the snow melt, the first flower of spring ahead, I smiled. Despite the harshness of winter, there is hope of spring ahead, of promises. Warmer days will get me outside to paint new canvases and work with clay in the sunshine. On nice days, I can set up my art out on the back deck, and spend the whole day working. Those are the best of days: simple, in the 'zone'...timeless. Birds singing, the rustle of quiet breeze through tree leaves. Warmth touching the spirit. Art is what saves me, through the hardest of times: it's a form of therapy and my way of giving back to the world. Artists do that; whether they are writers, musicians, poets, visual artists, you name it. There it is: what they create and send forth. May spring find your heart this day, wherever you are.