A Call to Paint

I first had the call to paint last Fall.

I indulged my desire and bought a beginner set of bright acrylic paints and a plain wooden box. I sat outside all day, enjoying the coolness of the shade and primed and painted for hours. I painted on paper, on pieces of plywood and, of course, my box. I painted flowers and rainbows and butterflies. I used toothpicks dipped in black paint to write one of my favorite poems on the top of the box.

I love that box. It has a special place in my home office, my sanctuary. It is by no means a work of art, except in my eyes. A child could have painted it. And, in a way, a child did.

Painting all day was an incredible experience. It was the kind of experience I usually only have when writing or creatively designing/developing a solution to a problem-usually involving some type of software.

It was one those joyful, relaxing, in ‘the-flow” days when time seems to stand still. In the moments when I awake for just a minute, I feel as if I have discovered the meaning of life. It is a deliciously intoxicating feeling of joy, love, peace, and oneness with the world.

But, as much as that day meant to me, I put my paints away and never took them out again.

Why? I am not really sure. Fear? But, what am I afraid of?

A few months ago the call to paint returned and since then I have meet an inspiring, generous community of creative artists and painters on Twitter that has only added fuel to the flame of desire.

Sometimes I feels as if the universe is trying to tell me something.

This past Sunday the desire arose in my heart stronger than ever and I journaled simply – “I want to paint.” It was the first time I truly articulated the call, the desire to paint to myself.

The idea to find a painting teacher has drifted into my consciousness.

I do not know where this desire, this call to paint is coming from, but I am learning to acknowledge my heart and follow where it goes.

This isn’t a blog post where I end with a question or an answer for the reader.

This is a blog post where I simply acknowledge to myself, and to the world, the call I feel to paint. It is a new and unfolding leg of my creative journey to self-discovery that I simply wanted to share.

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  • No Responses to A Call to Paint
    1. I am in Love
      August 15, 2009 | 9:17 am

      […] wrote about one of them least week in the post A Call to Paint. I can’t get the desire to paint out of my heart, or the intense need to express myself […]

    2. Sandy
      August 6, 2009 | 9:07 pm

      Hi Kathy, I agree. When our eyes are open we seem to find more of what we are looking for. Thanks for taking the time to comment. Sandy

    3. Sandy
      August 6, 2009 | 9:05 pm

      Thank you, Lisa.

    4. Sandy
      August 5, 2009 | 9:37 pm

      Thanks, Maureen!!

    5. Maureen Thomson
      August 5, 2009 | 4:58 pm

      Then paint you should!

    6. Lisa Mikulski
      August 5, 2009 | 3:35 pm

      Good for you. Follow your heart and it will take you on an adventure. Thanks for sharing…

    7. Kathy Szaj
      August 5, 2009 | 1:44 pm

      We seem to be doing a thematic dance: I just wrote a blogpost about unwrapping deep-gladness gifts: http://thelinkingverb.blogspot.com/ Your description is SO “deep-gladness.” Thank you.

      (Do you know Frederick Buechner’s definition of “vocation” as “the place where your deep gladness meets the world’s deep hunger”?)

      BTW, have you noticed this theme–discovering one’s passion, purpose, calling–showing up more and more? I have…but then, it may be because this is the thematic clay that I’ve sunk my heart into now, in my writing and life.

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