Simmering

As I was waiting for my water to boil this morning –I make my coffee in a Chemex—I sleepily thought about what I was going to write about this fine, drippy, rainy morning. It smells all loamy outside. I love that rain smell. And the creek is up. I can see it moving fast out my kitchen window. A large branch swooshes by, carried on the current. The power of water.

Anyway…

I was trying to think how to describe how I was feeling inside.

You know how right before it boils, the water gets really quiet? As it heats up, it makes all this noise and then it quiets down as it hits that one instant when it begins to make steam.

That’s me.

Inside, I’m about ready… Things are brewing, not yet raised to the surface of my consciousness. Just swimming around on the fringes. Sometimes I’ll get a flash, like a fish, but that’s it. Deep things that aren’t ready to be verbalized.

Yet.

In the meantime, I’ve been doing little bits of everything.

I finished my painting of my Legendary Archetype. She hasn’t told me her name. Nor what all the symbols mean. But she will and I’m patient. I love looking into her calm, wise, beautiful eyes.

And I finished a pet portrait of one of my dogs. I figured, if I were going to hang out my pet portrait shingle again, I should practice. You know what they say about practicing.

I leave you with images of both paintings. I think you’ll be able to figure out which is which. Looks like two different people painted them, doesn’t?

I think that’s kind of cool.

Have a great week, peeps!