Technical difficulties can be like a wall. You bump into it and suddenly you are aware of how much you depend on that wall not being there. But, there it is, and you have to get by it somehow.
My computer’s power supply died, so it is in the shop getting a new one. Meanwhile, I’m learning a couple of things about myself.
You know, walls can be a good thing, too. Isn’t this old barn wall pretty? I love the texture of the old paint, the weeds that have grown up on it and withered in the sun, the space between those old boards that make me wonder who is looking at who….
Here’s another good thing about coming up against something, like a wall or a computer that won’t work. I found time that I thought I didn’t have. Time to journal a bit, catch up on some reading, even clean the room where I create and do my blogging. Trust me, it needed cleaning.
I looked at the clean room when I was finished this morning, and saw all this artwork and all the printed photos laying about that I have intentions to do something with. It occurred to me that it looks like the room where an artist creates……only I’m the artist.
It’s scary to say that, but I said it anyway. My friend Julia
shares one of her beautiful poems about this very thing on her website
. Her work encourages me.
So today I’m actually grateful for a computer that is in the repair shop, for my dear hubby who allowed me to use his laptop to write this, for old barns just begging to be photographed, and for proverbial walls that show me just what is important. Thanks to you for taking time to read this.