This is a sketch in my sketch book. I do not seem to get any more than the sketch. I am reaching but it seems life is holding me down. Maybe it is me that is holding back instead of life holding me back.
Sometimes it is hard to know if it is our fear of failure or the fear of living our dreams.
I think if we keep trying that is the important thing. Except now I am not sure I am even trying.
OK so lets get on with other things.
I do hope everyone enjoyed Thanksgiving ,where it was with family or friends. We went out for lunch instead of cooking at home. Me and My brother took my Mom out to lunch. So my Mom enjoyed seeing my brother..He is the one that hung the moon. I am just the one that does everything else. LOL..
What's Not Here
I start out on this road, call it love or emptiness, I only know what's not here: resentment seeds, back-scratching greed, worrying about out come, fear of people. When a bird gets free, it doesn't go back for remnants left on on the bottom of the cage! Close by, I'm rain. Far off, a cloud of fire.
I seem restless, but I am deeply at ease. Branches tremble; the roots are still.
I am a universe in a handful of dirt, whole when totally demolished. Talk about choices does not apply to me. When intelligence considers options.
I am somewhere lost in the wind.....
Have a good week and Reach for what ever you want.
May you always dream in color.