It's been a challenging winter, and my body is crying for Spring. It was easier to be outside, year-round, when I am in Maine, I only have to walk out my door to enjoy everything nature has to offer. Here at my home in Mass it takes a drive to go somewhere where I find peace. The weather has been wet, and my walking/hiking partner was injured then he had to have a surgery. He is on the mend; I am tight and tired from not doing enough.
So, I've been doing some light yoga, and it is hard. Used to be easier....30 years ago. And I've gone for a couple of walks around the neighborhood while listening to Tom Petty. Even though it's hard I already feel an uptick in my mood, I feel my muscles sore again and excitement for when I will be able to do more. As always, I love to draw correlations and I was brought back to when I first started to paint with watercolor. I was frustrated with not being able to do the thing I thought would be easy to do. But every day I did just a little more, I struggled through the ugly phase, and I trusted the process. It has taken me years to be a decent watercolor artist, why did I let it take me this long to get back into taking care of my physical body again. I eat very clean, so the added weight and soreness isn't just a process of aging, it is because I stopped challenging myself beyond the comfort point. So, part of being an artist is taking the time to care for all the bits that make me up, to be able to be out there and comfortable with my body (this isn't just about appearances but that does factor- I'm not embracing myself as a bigger woman. my body my choice!) to be able to clear my head through yoga, hard walking and soon kayaking on a regular basis. I want every painting session to count, I want every movement to count, I need every second to remind me I am alive. We are all given this gift, how will you use it?
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