Beginning this January I'm doing a small sketch most days. I've wanted to do this for a long time, but had a list of reasons not to. (I suck at drawing. I'll do it in the summer. It's a selfish way to spend spare time. People will think I'm insane. Um. Paper and pencils are expensive.)
Then I came up with a list of reasons to draw:
- I want to.
- Lorna says sometimes we need to do those things we do badly in order to become whole.
- I want to create a sketch diary of my life.
- I can't figure out how the camera on my cell phone works.
- I want to draw as spiritual practice.
- I want to become so good at drawing that I can learn to paint.
- And fill my home with beautiful paintings.
- And sell them.
- And become famous.
10. Analyzing angles and perspective would exercise my aging brain.
I feel increasing creakiness in my gray matter. Words that won't come. Forgotten names and places. An event my husband swears happened years ago. Instead of doing Sudokos or learning Spanish I will map out distances, observe shadows and learn shading. Drawing will be an anti-dementia investment so that my family will have fewer years of chin wiping and nursing home visitations.
I will combine Cerebral Core Work with Spiritual Practice.
Today I'm sketching a wedge of cheese and practicing gratitude for all I have, offering prayer that no one goes hungry, animals will not be mistreated, the earth will not be poisoned with pesticides and humans will not deform the atmosphere.
I give myself permission to do all of this with a #2 pencil and scrap of paper.