Ephemeral
Art is the answer and the antidote
Hello, Friend,
I made some new art yesterday. I was reaching for a more Impressionistic approach, paring things down to the feelings they evoke. I’m still struggling with the neck/arm pain, so physical painting is not yet on the menu. It felt good to create something hopeful in the face of so much destruction.
Art is the answer and the antidote.
Once a year our flowering cherry tree puts on a show. It’s not an explosion of color like the vivid fuchsia of a redbud. It’s a soft whisper of pink with impossibly delicate blossoms that last but a moment before they are gone.
Ephemeral, fleeting, elusive.
Every year we get an early spring warm up and this tree blooms. Every year I implore this tree to wait just a moment. Every year we get an overnight freeze and the winds whip up and the inevitable happens. Spring does what spring does, trees do what trees do. Blossoms fade, they fall, leaves emerge, life moves forward.
I cannot control the weather or this tree or the inevitability of change.
I can only control how I choose to be in the world.
Life is a nano-second in eternity.
Ephemeral, fleeting, elusive.
For a brief moment every one of us holds the same quiet magic as those delicate pink blossoms. No one can take that from us. As long as I hold that magic, I will do my best to set it free.
The freeze will come for me eventually, but oh what a glorious moment!
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I love this! Happy you’re making art. 🩷
It's very pretty. I'd love a tree like that.
I'm sorry your janky arm/neck are still bothering you. Hugs for healing.