Looks like I've been creative doesn't it? Two days ago I messed around with these paints, saying I would do a bit each day. But I haven't. I look with such admiration at people who seem to know their place in the world, know what it is they can do even if it is just stamping a date on a library card, not that people do that anymore. I feel so ineffectual, as compared to my previous self who at least imagined she was effectual. Now I dont even have that delusion to get me from here to there. I am not complaining, just stating this somewhat odd position I seem to be in.
From my Zen calendar