I’ll admit. I was a bit of a curmudgeon during our Indian summer heat waves here in Berkeley over the last few weeks. I am 37 weeks pregnant and my body is like an incinerator. I can’t even sleep next to my husband anymore! I’ve taken to sleeping out in the converted garage with all the windows and doors open and sometimes a fan going as well. If there weren’t so many raccoons in the neighborhood, I would probably just sleep outside. Anyway, I have been delighted with the coming of fall and the crisper air it brings.
After a long day at my desk yesterday, I realized I hadn’t been outside yet and it was almost 5pm. I grabbed my camera and started walking (I can only go around the block these days but it was wonderful!) The air was cool, the magic hour light was dreamy, and the dahlias are still blooming. It was literally, like a 10 minute walk, but it changed my day. It was a gift.
One of the things I remember learning when I became a new mom was that I wasn’t going to have big sprawls of time anymore to indulge in my creative life. It would have to be in little bursts, an hour here, 45 minutes there. And I learned that that was often enough.
Don’t wait until you can paint all day. Don’t wait til you have time for a long hike. Don’t wait until the perfect moment. Just get outside, even for five minutes. Even right outside your door, right in your neighborhood that on the surface looks very ordinary and unexciting. Bring your camera (or your most awake eyes) and find what magic there is to find. It made all the difference yesterday.