With school fast approaching and
no job in sight for me this year, my
worries turn to anxiety. To cope?
My hands pick up a piece of wood
and start carving.
Anxiety levels off as my hands take
on a mind of their own, hacking away into
a piece of wood until a Santa appears.
And my eyes, as they grow older
and now require glasses to see
things up close, what would I do
Satisfied, I bring out the brushes.
What's my angel whispering in my
ear? Paint him pink!
And how about trimming his
clothes with pretty pastel flowers?
OK. Looks good. Now, how about
sprinkling him with fine glitter
for that extra sparkle?
Hmmm.....considering how worried I
was when I started this piece,
is it no wonder I subconsciously carved
Santa's eyes closed and his hands
clasped as if in prayer or meditation?
Sure, I'm still worried to the point of tears,
but I have this gift God has given to me
to make art out of nothing at all. If I can
replace all the wasted time worrying with
using these gifts productively, who knows
what else I'll be able to create?
It's funny. I'm a nail-biter and I've got
a scar on my thumb from when I needed
stitches. One finger has a tiny callous
from carving wood and my left hand
blows up from time to time, probably
arthritis. It amazes me how my hands,
though not the prettiest to look at, can
make such pretty things. There's a lesson
in there somewhere, I'm just too
mentally exhausted to figure it out!
I think some Halloween Jack O'Lanterns
might be next.