Where are you working?
I haven’t spent much time at my desk, recently. It’s been covered in stacks of journals and boxes of paint, leftover pieces that I drop there because I’m tidying somewhere else up. I have felt my art table pulling at me. Today I cleaned it up, filled my cup with water and sat down. I’d had it in my mind that I wouldn’t use the computer, instead I would paint or sew. This is because I was busy telling myself that the computer is bad or that it is good to be unplugged. I imagined myself going a day without using any electronic devices (which of course is excellent practice).
But today held something else in store.
I was on the computer. At first it seemed like any other wasting-time-on-the-internet time suck. I was surfing around. Aimless, I heard myself say. I downloaded some fonts. I opened up photoshop. I began to art journal.
My critic stepped aside.
It is wonderful when we find ourselves immersed in creating without judgment, when we don’t need to do anything other than what we are doing. There is no need to move out of our own way or to allow anything to happen. It all flows on its own and we are there with it.
Today, I know this is grace.