Springtime is a waking up. A blossoming. A coming to life and a time to send out wishes.

Seeds planted for birds to eat. Frisky horses and a search for lost garden tools. 

The days are longer and so are the lists. The studio tour is coming up and that means spring cleaning inside and out. Shows and receptions June through August and so many paintings to be painted. It is easy to work every single day in hopes of keeping up. Getting it all done and doing my perfectionist best. 

But how about coddling the seeds of inspiration. How about gathering and nurturing ideas that feed the paintings and stories?  Things like sitting on a rock in the horse pasture, welcoming the sounds of horses chewing grass, their smell, and the feel of a velvety nose as it nuzzles my cheek.  How about walking through the woods in the rain and noticing all the colors and shapes. How about gazing at the moon, sitting in the garden, and doing nothing at all. How about listening to waves lapping against the shore and contemplating the vastness of all things and remembering I am more than just a body. 

Spring is a time for work and growth. It is a time for long lists. And if I get carried away, I find myself longing for the winter darkness that comes at 4pm - so I can stop.  

Today I will take some time. I will rest between the doing. I will sit in the grass and listen to the horse’s chew. I will stroke my dog’s fur and drink in all the colors of spring. Today I will replenish and kindle some new ideas and I will send out a bunch of wishes.