I creep down stairs during nap time and carefully take out my brushes, my paper and water colors. I set up my station at the dining room table so I’m still in ear shot of my sleeping little one. When everything is set up the way I want, I go to work. It’s not quite new to me to be painting, but it definitely doesn’t come easy. I’m learning as I’m dipping the brush and swirling it through the paint on the palette. I’ve been practicing this fine art every day. The constant color makes me happy. The ideas spring to my head, one after the other. Some days it’s hard to keep up with them. The dining room table is littered with bits of paper covered in watercolor flowers and sketches. These nap time painting sessions are becoming something I look forward to every day. Something I yearn for when I wake up in the morning. I tell Ellie that I paint too. These are Mama’s brushes. This is Mama’s palette. Ellie wants to paint and we do so at her little table. I see her move her hands this way and that in the paint, swirling and mixing the colors together. She looks up at me and asks for more paint. She points to the color she would like and where on the paper she would like it. I scoop out a glob of orange finger paint and she goes back to her work. I look over at my watercolors looking lonely on the table. My hands itch to hold the brushes. To dip them into the water to collect the right amount of moisture for the right amount of paint. I get excited for the days Ellie and I can paint side by side. Brushes at the ready, making magic with color. I’m thinking that this is what it feels like to discover something about yourself. Something new and exciting.
Two ladies came by the other day and before they left they asked me “Are you an artist?” Those words caught me off guard. I wanted to say Yes! Yes I am! I wanted to proclaim it and claim it as my own. Instead I said, “I’d like to be one.”
*joining in with Write Alm’s Prompt-A-Day.
It’s funny that today’s prompt is ordinary blessings, for that is precisely what I was thinking about yesterday as I sat on the edge of my daughter’s sand box, the cool breeze blowing in from the ocean, Ellie, covering my feet with scoops of sand, smiling up at me each time she’d cover up another one of my toes. The record player was on in the house, sending out a steady lull of sweet music and the faint smell of my husband’s late afternoon coffee lingered in the air. The sky was blue, the yard green from last week’s glorious rain. I looked down at my beautiful child and I thought to myself, it doesn’t get much better than this.
*finally getting a chance to join in with Write Alm’s Prompt-A-Day for March.
This past Friday I finished the five-week creative writing course I took. It was a wonderful, challenging and engaging five weeks and I did things I had never done before with writing. I’m so glad I decided to go for it. I’m finding my writing practice has already developed into something new and different and I’m writing (mostly for myself) a whole lot more. After the course finished, Amanda put up a November writing challenge. To take the prompts here and write every day in the month of November. I went back and forth wanting to do this and not wanting to get involved in something else that required more time, but when it came down to it, I felt like after taking the wonderful course, I couldn’t just stop writing, I had to continue and with verve! This would be the perfect practice to keep me going (at least at a steady pace for one more month). So, I will share some of my work here and some I may just keep in my private writing journal. But, I will be writing every day, using these prompts, telling stories with pictures or just with words. You are welcome to join me. If you are interested, head on over to Amanda’s new website for more information. Happy November! Here is my first day of writing….
A first trick or treat for this girl. Dressed as a fox, she carried her basket down the sidewalk, watching the other children scurry past her in their costumes. The buzz of excitement filled the air and we watched as she followed the neighborhood children up to the first house. Laughter and shrieks of “trick or treat” from the older children, I thought for sure would frighten my little fox, but she was brave and curious and stepped up to the next house and the next house. Her eyes lit up as crinkly, multicolored mysterious objects were tossed into her basket each time she went to a door. She would grab one piece of candy out of her basket and then another, holding onto them, savoring their newness. The excitement only lasted maybe twenty minutes before her little legs were exhausted and her tired eyes told Mama it was time to head back home. It was an exciting first Halloween for this little girl. And a wonderful first Halloween memory made for this Mama.