I went to my friend Jane’s house. Where she has that glass jar filled with chocolate candy.
Okay, I admit I had a few ….
Okay, okay. More than a few.
But this time I was more interested in feeding my soul. And there is something else at Jane’s house that lasts longer than Mr. Goodbar.
A few years ago, having never put brush to canvas in my entire life, I discovered painting, together with Jane. She now has a studio where she paints, which she’s always willing to share with me, just as she shares her chocolate.
Though I can’t offer to share Jane’s art studio, which is pretty spectacular, I can share what I find there– the secret I discovered to escape stress: Do something creative with your hands.
The end result doesn’t matter. What matters is how you feel while you’re doing it. Whether it’s paint or clay or crayons or beads or plywood, something magical happens when you work with your hands. At least it does for me. The whole world drops away. Conflicts. Cancer. Politics. Even Sarah Palin.
And now….I really do feel better. Have a great weekend.
About those antiwar protesters that no one ever mentioned again. Did you see the guy up in the bleachers? I twittered what it said so I have to go back and check it out. And I’m glad I’m not the only one to notice the endlessly sleeping baby (about which I twittered as well). Did they drug him? Or is it a function of Down Syndrome???
And lastly, finally, best of all–I couldn’t decide whether I should stick in my office and continue the endless cleanup, or work on one of my art projects. Thanks for steering me in the right direction.
Don’t know about the guy in the bleachers. And since I tried to be gracious by not mentioning on my blog that the Palin baby could have been drugged, I now see that there is a place for that kind of thinking….and obviously I need to be twittering.
I’m sure when people see your comments– “ByJane”– they must think YOU are my friend Jane that I write about. Although you are not THAT Jane, obviously you have a lot in common. You’ve mentioned you do art projects, and even though we’ve never met, I have a feeling somewhere in your home is a glass jar filled with chocolate….