crab hunting was not on my list
Ok, glad to hear that I'm not the only one with crazy mad whims! Of course I knew that was probably true, but an addict likes to hear that they're not alone. And this painting whim is far from over--I just bought more canvases, a ton more paint, brushes, gesso etc... need I go on? I think not. It's embarrassing.
I was having a visit with my dear friend Emily this morning, and one of the many things we chatted about was the feeling I sometimes get when I step outside. It happened again last Saturday. I thought that I would hang out at home and get in some much desired creative time (like...painting!!) while Mark took Noah out for some fresh air and sunshine. Maybe they would go fly the kite? I went out to check the wind conditions as any good mom would, and it hit me--the fresh breeze on my face, the pretty blue sky with puffy clouds, the golden light of late afternoon....and I found my self like Julie Andrews on the top of the mountains in the Sound of Music. Seriously, I was walking down my path with out-stretched arms, taking a deep breath and saying to myself, "Hello world, I love ya!" As I stood there arms wide out and eyes closed I wondered what the neighbors might be thinking if they saw me. Who knows, I didn't much care. I love that feeling and I wanted to bask in it as long as possible.
After I explained all that to Em I asked if she ever got that feeling, that feeling of being just so happy to be alive and loving the world around you? She replied with one cocked eyebrow and a tone that sounded a little suspicious of me that, yes--she did, but in..her.. own..way. We had a Great laugh! Cause if you can't share your weirdness with your close friends then life wouldn't be half as fun.
So I went crab hunting instead of staying home to paint. I'm really glad I did.































