December. Houston. Cool, cold even. The difficult summer forgotten. We seem to dwell only in the present where we are ok, or not ok. I find myself thinking forward when in uncomfortable moments: "in one hour, I will be home (or through, or out of the airplane, or done with the dentist, or off the freeway) and 'this' will be over". I helps.
I am now of the age where in my mind I can travel long distances through time. Can even get a bit lost there in the loops and small passages. Some to savor, some to spit out, and some....to put in trunk, in the basement and slam the lid shut.
But, it seems, we must live in the present moment and make it count by being aware of it. Tick tick. It slips away.
Peace.
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- Gail Siptak
- I am living and painting in the little town of Houston. A far way from my San Francisco beginnings. I paint what I see of the human condition, be it human, animal or object. The glimmer of humor, pathos, and spirit in so much of what I see is the basis of what I paint.
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ReplyDeletePeace and love, Annell.
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