“Quiet Waiting” 6×6, oil on gessoboard, $75 Buy Now

When I don’t know what to paint, I paint the bird that made me a bird watcher.  Usually I like them in flight, on the verge of something, in pursuit or escape.  But every once in a while, I like the quiet, still pelican. The one that hasn’t decided yet what he’s going to do or where he’s going.  The one waiting.  

I’ve been in a one-day-at-a-time mode since Ezra was a newborn and I was nursing.  When I thought about nursing nine times a day for months and months I became so overwhelmed I wanted to quit.  I constantly told myself to just get through today.  Just make sure he is fed today.  It’s a bird-ish philosophy, I suppose.  Birds who don’t reap nor sow and yet are fed.  Sufficient for a day.

And that’s all fine, but I’m hoping for the day whose limits are not itself.  The future I can shape not just in the now.  Hurdles jumped, contracts voided.  Skies open.  Ready for flight.


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