Woke up this morning and fixed some hot tea, opened the shades in my studio and watched the snow fall. It was a peaceful, cozy morning and perfect painting weather (indoors).
Tonya wrote: “It’s a picture of me. I have my wings, I’m trying to shake off the dust of depression but the wings won’t lift me up.”
Wow, I thought that was really powerful. I was thinking of her this morning as I painted because I so relate to what she said. I have felt, at times, that I have all the equipment but for some reason I just can’t get off the ground.
I have to remind myself that these wings were meant for flight and that one day they will take me where I want to go. I just have to shake off the dust and learn to fly.