Write me a story. Write me a poem. A song. Draw me a picture. Paint me a sky.
(Examples of some my non- writing art. Pen is my favorite medium, whether for writing or drawing.)
Art is living. Without art, we are nothing, just creatures roaming this earth with empty souls. Art shows us meaning when daily life cannot.
When I see a painting, it captures my heart and then rides there forever, even when I can’t recall the image. Because it made me feel. It stirred up the parts of me that become stagnant, starved for light. Hearing a song, reading a book, watching a play, these things awake passion for the world, passion to create.
Art has no limit. If there is beauty in it, it is art. If it awakes a longing to be of the world, it is art. Art can be both deliberate and accidental. Art is planning a garden, composing a song, creating a recipe. The list goes on and on.
(Not my image. Found on pinterest.)
So make more art. Go where your heart takes you. Make mistakes. Make discoveries. Find what makes your soul come alive and sing the wonder of the world. Spread that wonder.
Take care, fellow travelers.