Fast forward to...yesterday. I thought about that purple rubber duck when I was painting in my studio. At first I thought I had pitched it out with all of the other things I brought home from my desk. But then I realized it was in one of three places from when I last organized my life. I found it in the third place and it is now taking a prominent spot in my studio. Even though I'm retired from my day job, I still need to let things roll.
I thought those days of worry were over but they're not. I've come to realize that no matter what I do in my life, I have thin-skin. It's a fact of my life. There will always be things that bother me. Things that vibrate in a most uncomfortable way. Things that I feel passionate about...things that I didn't realize I feel so passionate about...things that I believe in...things that I didn't realize just how much I believe in them....things that may very well change. Things like the freedoms we value today in our democratic republic. Will they be in place when my granddaughters become adults? Will these freedoms become enhanced and broadened or will my granddaughters experience a more watered down version of today's freedoms or no freedoms at all? Such profound and somewhat disturbing thoughts on a silent snowy day. Thoughts that stir my passion and all the while I painted The Fairy Tree.