When I sat down in meditation this morning
and looked up at the sky, it felt brand new to me!
The blue was flawless.
I knew I had to do a painting to celebrate this blue
and of course, the sun and snow too.
Sometimes I worry that I am going
to ruin a painting -- but that's never true.
As long as I keep pouring my heart and soul into
the motion and let the paint flow wherever it will go
then everything turns out whole.
I peel my sky blue yoga shirt over my shoulders
and take off my coffee-colored yoga pants and
slip on my painting clothes. Who knows
what will happen?
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