I have a very clear image in my head from a vivid dream last night. It will NOT go onto paper or canvass. arrghhh, but anyone who's ever tried to draw or paint an imagined image knows what I am talking about.
I was dreaming about being on boats, and being around boats. In a bay, surrounded by spruce trees. (changes?) All the men were struggling with rusty anchors. I was watching. Then, I turned my head and saw--- a wonderful, huge, ancient anchor half out of the mud. My anchor. It would hold nearly any boat or even a ship, secure. I went to it, and pulled on a fluke, and it moved easily for me. I touched the shank, and it was solid, and easy. Like new.
I believe, right now, that my artwork, and this blog, is my anchor, keeping me safe. The energy comes from an ancient source. That may sound crazy, but it's true.
I cannot draw that anchor I saw-- see --clearly from that dream, but I know it is there for me.
Thankyou, Lord, I have been so very fearful of late.
And thank you, dear visitor, for checking my poor blog. My life is an explosion in a spaghetti factory, but I will settle soon, and begin painting ---a LOT.