|my watercolor, "One Wintry Night", 2008|
It is cold. It is STILL cold, I mean. What I mean to say it, it's cold!!! Usually I totally enjoy all the seasons, but this year I am already tired of the cold. We keep our thermostat set at 60 degrees (or should I say 60 de-grieves?), and try to make up the difference with the wood stove. It is a full time job keeping wood cut, gathered, stacked, and burning. And still I am cold. And, it's only January... we still have February (my Hubby calls it "Febr-ugly") and March to go... I am tired of being cold. I am tired of using the heating pad to warm my frozen feet, only to succumb to frozen fingers.
It has frozen my creativity as well. Who can do watercolors when their fingers are numb? This is a numbing coldness that spreads from the fingers to the soul. And, who can do watercolors when their soul feels numb? There is a place in my self that is cold as ice. Please, Lord, defrost me! Place Your hand on my hand and in my heart and take away the iciness. I want to feel warm again.
Hmmm... Maybe, on this cold snowy day, I can keep this in mind, get out some paper, some paints, and be creative... I can feel the warmth coming back. Praise God.
SHALOM Y'ALL - TWYLA