Breathe. Relax. Listen. Let go. These things seem so much easier to do of late, even as the world and nature continue to throw adverse things the way of all humankind. Is it just the all-pervasive birdsong? Could it be the warm sunshine and cool breezes or the sparkle on the water? Maybe it is the rich deep color of buds on the branch or the whir of the hummingbird's wings that brings spring's delight.
Daily events only seem to bear me out.
A recent visit to my 94-year-old mother in the desert bore spring's fruits as she was more cheerful and even, dare I say, full of life than the last visit. I thought at first it was the cheery yellow my sister had painted the room in which she spends most of her time, but I think it may be the coming of spring as well. The drive we took to Indio in glorious sunshine, while seemingly mundane, brightened her day just as the sunny yellow paint does.
Art activities seem to abound of late, with the Sawdust Studio Art Classes and Sawdust Festival's Spring into Art program in full swing. Students range from visitors to our community to locals, but all are ready to try something new, to expand, to explore, even to play. Of course the Sawdust grounds, with birdsong emanating from tall trees and cool breezes blowing, only enhances the experience.
A Sunday Studio Workshop that Suzette Rosenthal and I taught with a group of our regulars was another art activity that filled each of us with the joys of creating. Laughter and stories fill the room as, heads down, we all work at creating something from nothing. Talk about tingling in the veins!