I sang a different tune today. Life suddenly seemed to be flowing through the petals in small doses, the crinkles were taking shape and I corrected the petals as I went along. This is a work in progress -deeply satisfying.
Yesterday, I had done the base and attempted to work on the finer details. That did not turn out so well.
Everyday is a new experience. You never know what you will chance upon - but we must move forward.
Like the flowing river, it takes everything in its path and rolls over the hills, plateaus and plains, in unending beauty. We must learn to appreciate life similarly. Both the good and the ugly still have a beauty about them.
In acceptance, your mind becomes still and you become the river.
Limitless. Unending. Complete.
Make good art.