Nichtern's advice applies here. The pursuit of the next level of painting feels otherworldly, holy - just out of reach. It is the creative version of living at the edge of your eyeballs. There is a temptation to pursue it solely, intensely and fiercely. A temptation to raise the bar with each effort. But finding the sacred in what I already do well and easily is a sweet delight and an opportunity to both create and refuel at the same time.
I am reminded of a meditation on eating a tangerine by buddhist monk Thich Nhat Hanh: “Each time you look at a tangerine, you can see deeply into it. You can see everything in the universe in one tangerine. When you peel it and smell it, it’s wonderful. You can take your time eating a tangerine and be very happy.”
And so I will be communing with this avocado toast, dear reader. I'd love to hear what breakfast food held the universe for you this morning. :)
Jen Jovan and her imaJENation