Once upon a time....
I lived in the east Bay Area near San Francisco, next to a large and wild reservoir. I started the day lacing up my shoes and running the length of this nature's oasis...wetlands. The red-winged blackbirds sang to me daily and those sing-song notes remain in my psyche. Their's is a melancholy tune, yet I was filled with a joy and peace. I experienced the beauty and goodness of that time, quietly and alone.
My days are busy, as everyone's. My friends and I routinely talk about this and wear our chaos like a badge of honor. Does busyness equate to living fully? I tell myself that.
Yet in my studio, I release concerns and slip into the the depths of that great creative flow. Another place of joy and peace; where my visions take shape and become.
This is why I paint. The how takes care of itself.
....and she lived happily ever after.