We had our first snowfall this morning. I wasn’t expecting it so when I walked out into the garden for my morning tea and meditation session, I was both shocked and excited. I love first snowfalls. It’s like nature has laid down a fresh coat of white paint on everything and at once I get this feeling of endless possibilities. Whiteness does that for me. When I look at a blank canvas, I think of all the possibilities that blank canvas can represents. When I sit down to write, and I am staring at a blank sheet of white paper, I am terrified and excited – terrified because I don’t know what I am going to write or where my writing will take me, and excited because it can take me anywhere, the infinite possibilities of a blank sheet of paper.
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I get my fair share of snow, but it tickles me pink every year. Big fluffy snow flakes falling, catching them with your tongue. Life’s little pleasures…
I like the fact that the possibilities of a blank sheet of paper are infinite allows me to be creative and you know what it’s also a metaphor for life – much is in our own hands and we have the power to change things.
Lovely pic Clay!
I haven’t caught snowflakes with my tongue in years! Awesome.
isn’t there a saying Tisha, something like, life is a blank canvass so splash all the colour you can on it…or something like that.
It’s a joy…
Yeah Clay – Life is a blank canvas, and we are all artists!