Monday morning.
I guess I’m lucky in that Monday morning has no special significance for me. It’s not the start of my work week since my work week never really ends- or starts, for that matter. It doesn’t harken the reminder of having to be somewhere that I’d rather not be.
It just is.
Just another day. Another chance, another opportunity to rise and do what I do.
An endless continuum of being and doing.
That’s one of the charms and curses of doing what I do, this lack of a defined barrier between what is and isn’t work. For some, it could be an awful thing to be constantly trapped in your own world of work. I understand that and there are days when the last thing I want to think about is my work. But, fortunately, those days are few and far between.
For the most part, I am happy to live an endless work week, rising early to rub paint on canvas and board. To solitarily try to capture something I can’t quite see or describe. To go to sleep with the rhythm of an image in my head and to wake, eager to try to find it once more in the new light.
So, it’s Monday, somewhere in my work week.
In the spirit of today, here’s a neat version of Buddy Holly‘s Rave On from M. Ward. Enjoy your day…
Redtree Times 