Wet Paint Week 25 and Week 26

As summer rolls by I find my fingers and toes smattered with paint and a little dirt. Life is fine when there is time to make art and practice yoga until my heart's content. That it is. 

Whitman says, "To me, every hour of light and dark is a miracle." 

How do we capture something as fleeting as time? 

One way is to be an observer, like a "fly on the wall" in your own world. We talk so much about breath in yoga. What happens when you take full breaths? 

Your body starts to slow down. Time is no longer important.  You are in the Flow. 

Just like when I'm painting. 

I don't think that you need to be an artist to consider yourself a creator. You might be a writer, a dreamer or a singer. My sister Cece finds her flow when cooking her favorite dish. 

So, don't let society fool you into thinking that you are here to consume, and consume alone. 

See if you can find a miracle in this moment! 

t.

btw: The bridge above is of the one on Lake of the Isles (near the dog-park)