I've forgotten the joy of creativity.
The excitement of coming to college, the fun of interacting with people and the business of class has pulled me away from what was once my passion. What if this becomes the norm for my life? No. I won't accept it.
There's something about music that makes the whole painting experience more emotional, more passionate, more real. Right now, I'm listening to James Morrison, a new artist a friend introduced me.
There's not enough time. If only I could spend another hour just sitting here, taking this in. But time is ticking, passing by fast. Before I know it, its going to be over.
It's a lot easier when I can hear my rabbi saying,
"Follow me now."
That means I don't have to think so much. It means I follow the steps he's placed in front of me, and focus on one leg and a time, but when I start to rely on what I know he's saying instead of what I can hear him saying, it's a little more difficult.
Time to do yoga with Lea.
