My cat Boots has been helping me heal from a foot problem. Every day I stretch my leg out, boot on foot. Then Boots sits with his paws dangling over my leg giving me fur and purr Reiki. I didn’t catch him at it with the camera today. But I caught him afterward, getting a nice cat nap.
A kind lady on Twitter said that one of my pieces reminded her a little of Georgia O'Keefe. It felt like I'd just been graduated from the little league into the rarified air on Mount Something or other. I ran back to my little league, i.e., where I do what moves me. I can't imagine doing anything else. I was honored by the compliment, though.
Finally looking over Watercolor Artist tonight I see so many artists recommend painting what is in your heart and soul, and I have no idea what that means. My mind is trying vainly to put butter and flour and eggs together to make a cake, but comes up with Spanish moss instead. Yet, I know I can't paint anything but what's in my heart and soul. That is very scary sometimes. Maybe I should paint Spanish moss.
Somehow, in it all, what's in my heart right now is that I miss my kitty. I love Boots. But Gree was my once in a lifetime cat. Sometimes, like tonight, I miss her so much it hurts.
ILU Gree. <3