What is my story? Often and regularly I hear myself asking 'what is your story?'. A deep restlessness creeps into my bones. Nothing in my life then seems right - my cupboards seem to be in a mess and need tidying, the garden needs raking, but I have wisened up. This is my divine discontent announcing the arrival of my Muse! I have decided to call it the winter of my discontent, although winter is leaving us rapidly here in the Southern Hemisphere and it really has nothing to do with the seasons. But it happens like this :
One day it was still wet and cold, and the next spring had sprung! I cleaned beds, worked in compost and planted many beauties.
I grabbed my easel, put it amongst the flowers and started to paint up a storm. It is as though a current of creativity and joy runs through me and I have no other focus for those few days. In fact, to be honest, I become possessed and consumed!!
My family does not get interesting meals; I cannot bother to leave the house and all shopping is done on-line; the poor dog is wishing for a walk, but all I can think about is dancing with the paintbrushes on that canvas. No sooner had I finished a pansy, than my eye falls on the nasturtiums.
And then another beauty and another. The bright yellow finch sitting in my lemon tree amongst the yellow lemons! The sugarbird drinking from the red nectar in the glass bottle! The giant jasmine that flowers for such a short time!!
and another ......
After painting non-stop for a week, I move into all my unfinished shadow boxes. I add to my personal gallery
And then She spits me out. The intense wave of having to paint everything in sight, leaves and I breath a sigh of contentment. For a while I enjoy the vast expanse of having my mind to myself. And then I hear myself asking again 'what is your story?' and I know the divine discontent has returned!!! and my Muse is getting ready to turn my life upside down again! Oh what joy!
What is your story?