With paint, outside in my garden,
I can do anything I want,
i can be anything I want,
No one is watching me to see that I do it right,
Or judging me, to see if I do it well,
Or if I am careful enough,
or precise enough,
or smart enough,
or anything enough,
I can just be.
And in being, I can be my fullest.
I can do everything.
I can be everything.
I can be careful enough,
I can be smart enough,
I can be precise enough,
I can be enough,
I can be me.
The backyard wildflowers are beautiful in
April May particularly. The blues of Nigella and pinks of Wild Rose? Dandelions and Buttercups I think? Creeping through every crack they are there as
beautiful garments I could wear or as angels to speak or as pieces of art to create
with or as a whisper of the natural beauty already existing.
I can’t forget making wedding bouquets with a
friend and my mother for my children’s 4th grade teacher- who was
getting married- and was able to see the beauty in these small backyard wildflowers.
I wish could make them into wedding bouquets every year.
Wildflowers
The backyard wildflowers are spectacular today, but they will be gone with a puff
of wind tomorrow. There are stored and hung canvases everywhere. Canvases stored inside collect dusk and outside the paint peels away. If
not for these, the wildfires will come. I want a lighter world. One that fits in a backpack; I am reminded of the upcoming wildfire season, and the past wildfire season, and the current wildfire season. I am reminded of the chaos in the world. I want only a backpack or a shared memory.
I wish I could put it all in my backpack and take it with me.