31 January 2013
Drawing is not my forte.
But I scribble and swirl with the best of them. I found myself feeling out of sorts today, needing to crawl inside my own head for a bit. I put my headphones on, scrolled to some meditation music and dug my sketchbook out of my bag. I drew a strange looking tree. And then hatched it and doodled around it.
I could feel my mind relaxing and I wrote a single line on the page: there is always time to begin.
It's true, isn't it? No matter where you are, you can always begin and move forward. In those six little words I found my center again.