Art in mistakes

As much as I would like this whole thing to be about JOY, sometimes it just cant. It is impossible. I was saying to a dear one last night that every high comes with a low, it's all about balance. It's natural. It's fine.

So I am not fighting this low ebb. No, not me.
I am taking pictures of rainbows instead, and standing in the garden, catching a dash of light on my face, eyes closed, while putting the washing out. I will keep drinking my tea, putting colour on paper, and all the while telling myself that this is ok.

The questions nuzzle, they are not unkind. I just need to be more patient with myself.
And, as the dear one reminded me, just remain in the 'now'.

Here are some rainbow waves for you. (I woke up at 7am the other morning with a voice in my head telling me to get out to Port Meadow with a camera. I found my rainbow)