Covering the basics
There are days when I wish I could turn off the part of my brain that reminds me about schedules and chores and how to work the washing machine.
I would then like to turn on the part that can feel light and smell color, and I would like to pick up a paintbrush and begin covering all the blank canvases I have stored around here. I would paint until I figured out how to do it, and then I’d paint some more.
You might look at one and say “that’s a very nice kitty” and I’d say “it’s a candle”.
And then you’d hold one upside down and say it was very nice. I would just say thank you. It’s sweet of you to say so.
Maybe if I covered enough canvases, you’d eventually be able to look at one and say “this is what it looks like when your soul is singing in an afternoon rainstorm”, and I would say “yes, that is exactly right”, because it would be. And you’d pick up another and say “this looks like how your heart feels about trees”, and I would say “you understand me well”, because that is how my heart feels about trees.
But for now my brain has to spend its energy and focus on other things. It takes a lot out of a person to paint the pictures trapped inside her, and it will have to wait for another day.