Dear God:Today, I am thankful for creative therapy.
During difficult times, we all do different things to help us heal. I found that in my own life, during my darkest, worst days, my therapy was to bake. ~ Ellen Rose
The cloudy sky enhances my depressed mood. I don't know what's wrong. Lots of little things, I suppose.
Personal issues like:
- Missing my daily dose of sunshine and our weekly rock climbing sessions in Red Rock Canyon (the sandstone walls are too damp to climb).
- Growing concerns that the tomatoes won't ripen for lack of heat and sunshine - I see lots of green fruit and only a few red or yellow ones.
- A potential financial challenge looming on the horizon (I'm praying for supernatural intervention in the matter).
- A growing emptiness inside from my lack of meaningful, paying work.
- A chronic case of writer's block that is jeopardizing my writing projects.
- My intense frustration arising from the Floyd Landis-Tour de France-positive drug test affair.
In my darkest, worst moments, I first cry an ocean of tears before vowing to be more optimistic. Then, to raise my spirit and hopes, I seek creative therapy.
I won't bake cookies or munch on chocolate (couldn't manage all those calories). But, I will take T for a long walk, start a new knitting project, plant a few new perennials in the garden and cook a large pot of soup.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Photo: Gaillardia daisies thrive in the backyard garden
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