I did this painting today, and titled it "Listen to Their Feet". As I was doing it I was unclear of the entire meaning behind it–but that is the mystery of the muses-internal messages and stories often need to linger awhile before being understood out here in the wide open world. I do know when I finished it I felt it hit a sweet spot. The Native Americans say to listen to the feet not the tongue–one's actions speak louder than words.
I've been focusing on painting this past week and will hope to continue through the month. Once we close here, it will be full speed ahead. I wish we could close now, this second. There are things I can't do until we close, important things, many things. But it will happen. It will. Perhaps this child came to me, her hands unable to produce the results she wants at this moment, but her feet are telling the world what she needs. I did go for a long walk today, something I'm determined to get back into my daily agenda. It felt good, like winged feet.
