I don’t mind saying that the elegant trunk, twisting branches and feather-like leaves of the Japanese maple tree occupy my imagination and also intimidate me.
I walk this route often, and for some reason I never noticed this gorgeous creation. Maybe it was because my mind was filled with worries and my focus was on the things in life I have no control over.
The instant this tree made it’s way into my life I knew that I wanted to draw it. But I couldn’t quite imagine how I could do it justice. I tucked it away until the weekend.
Normally I set aside time to write in my journal during the weekend. But – this past weekend, after writing 11 pages of web content and six blog posts the last thing I felt like doing Sunday evening was writing in my journal. So I pulled out the colored pencils and took a stab at the Japanese Maple in a low stress way.
What’s really funny about it is that I misspelled “maple.” ah well – no one is perfect.
Last night I turned once again to my writing journal and once again instead of writing my thoughts I drew them. As it turns out, the journal entry ended up including a few words.
Sometimes being alive means……
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