Last week I dove all in to finish the piece as a bookmark. Before long, though, I got in over my head—one moment I was swimming around happily, adding marks here, color there; the next moment I used a paint marker that turned out to be too thick and found myself in a riptide of perceived wreckage.
Instant resistance, panic, thrashing, sinking: noooooooo!
But grace washed over me. I rediscovered that the same water in which I sink when I struggle in fear also supports me once I let go of fighting and rely on my oneness with it, which is buoyancy.
Buoyant, I move into open seas of wild possibility.
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| Waves Tapping Sea-Worn Rocks 1.5 x 6"; watercolor and acrylic marker on watercolor paper, mounted on card stock abstract bookmark 2018 [sold] |
