Flying Girl and the Fairy Lights, or Seek the Magical

Flying Girl and the Fairy Lights, or Seek the Magical
2/26/09
Golden Fluid Acrylics

Yesterday, I started my day by Twittering a message to the world:

a fresh new day. new ideas buzzing around in my head. where will I go today? Life's an adventure, right?

Which is atypical in my drink-a-gallon-of-coffee-and-put-one-foot-in-front-of-the-other morning just trying to keep my kids and myself on an even keel.

And then that day, in my usual perusal of google reader, I found a million things to be amazed and inspired by. And when I put my kids to nap, strangely, I stumbled out into the garden and made a fairy house. I had no plans to. I just did. Did the fairies kidnap the ToDo list in my head? The one that keeps me on edge?

And I practiced on my baby blue acoustic guitar with the heart shaped, abalone inlaid opening, playing Love Me Tender and Ode to Joy. And I made myself a fresh picked, fresh squeezed key lime margarita. And I laughed at G's disdain for dinner saying, "I hate Fwegeghi." (that's spaghetti to everyone else.) And I enjoyed watching Ivy try to fly-- I mean jump, as she tries to propel her body into the air and dance on her feet at the same time. And I did my work and I fed my kids and a dealt with diapers and bedtime and all the other things I have to do in a day.

It was a good day, despite the tantrums (parent's and children's) and I tried to catch a hold of that magic as it came. Did I wish it into being?

When I sat down last night to paint, it was another night where I had no ideas in my head. No where to go. I knew that the fairy house had been magical, but I really don't need to paint fairies, not with flying girls flitting about everywhere. I didn't want to go there. Then a commercial flashed on the tv. A tree full of lanterns, and off I went.

If you seek it...

I think it comes.