Category Archives: mindfulness

Stuck – comment 23

I was feeling really stuck today and didn’t know what to draw or write about.

I felt bogged down, not inspired at all. So I looked up the meaning of stuck and found its ambiguity. There is a swamped, drowning sense, a feeling of being overwhelmed. An abandoned, beached, a high and dry sense. There is a sense of being imprisoned, powerless, glued and unable to escape. And then there is the secure sense of steadfastness, faithfulness and loyalty, the friend who has stuck with you.

So where am I today? Perhaps it’s all of them…

So I drew my glue, which I use a lot when I’m being creative, and thought of all the meanings of stuck.


My needs are met – comment 21

This little bottle accompanies me most days when I’m out and about. This morning we went to exercise class together, and tonight we will go to choir. Filled with water, I miss it if I forget to take it with me.

But its simple shape and bright colours are not easy to draw. And focusing on it makes me realise how clean fresh water is another everyday commodity I don’t often stop to appreciate. Today there’s a lot of water falling from the sky, so I need to be reminded to be thankful for its abundance, and that we have enough to meet our needs.

Look into another face – comment 20

At the beginning of the month I said I would allow myself to have a day off if I didn’t want to make a comment every day. Otherwise it becomes a duty, not a joy. Yesterday I didn’t comment. Sometimes, like the wet Sunday yesterday, we just need to keep ourselves to ourselves.

But this morning the rain has stopped and these little flowers, glistening in the wet garden, are a joy. Hiding amongst their dark green leaves their subtle flowers aren’t garish, but nonetheless colourful. They made me want to draw them and attempt to capture their colour. Once again the process was all absorbing, the result not so satisfying.

But I feel better for looking into their faces.

Listen in the garden – comment 19

It has been a busy couple of days, and I didn’t make any “comment” yesterday. Today there were no pressures and I could take my time. The morning was misty and grey and I stood at the window and watched a song thrush on the lawn. Stepping outside the first sound I could hear was the rain, but gradually I became aware of bird songs all around.

I am not good at identifying them all, but just listening was enough to connect with their underlying joy. So I made a little collage from pages from an old poetry book, and a drawing of a thrush. My comment on their songs…

Value my tools – comment 17

I use my rotary cutter frequently when working with fabrics. Today I couldn’t find it! It was then that I realised how much I needed it.

When I found it (in the place it should have been and where I looked first) I looked at it with new eyes and decided to draw it. Deceptively simple, but it’s circular blade and smooth lines were hard to draw without wobbling. But then cutting smooth lines without wobbles is just what the cutter is so good at. I appreciate it all the more now.,

Nothing is nondescript – comment 14

We walked along the beach this afternoon in some lovely wintery sunshine. The tide was out and it was easy walking on the flat sand. I picked up some shells thinking I might draw them. Nothing too difficult, simple shapes, not complicated.

“A bit nondescript in fact “, I thought when I picked up my pencil, “and quite similar”. But I was wrong. Although the shells are roughly the same size and shape, the textures and colours are beautifully subtle and everyone is different. Another little lesson for me to learn in my attempts to draw them.

There’s no such thing as “nondescript”!

Don’t take things for granted – comment 12

When I received these lovely pink lollipops from a friend earlier in the week, I was delighted and resolved to draw them.

Now that they have opened a little I sat down to really look at them and their apparent simplicity was revealed in all its complexity. Their shapes change every time I change my position. It makes me realise just how many assumptions we make about about things, perhaps friends too.

Don’t take them, friends and tulips, for granted…