Today I played around with watercolors in my sketchbook. What showed up is another one of those images that is puzzling to me on a lot of different levels. Although its certainly not the first time THAT has ever happened! I’ve been going through some serious dental trauma the past month ….. lots of dental surgeries, lots of pain, lots of limitations… and I’ve actually been kind of depressed. Feeling old. Feeling powerless around GETTING older and missing my younger body. Grieving for that time in my life when other things might have been hard but I wasn’t dealing with so much in terms of PHYSICAL limitations. And then this girl shows up. All happy and shiny and joyful. A veritable flying love machine. I know from experience that the paintings don’t always reflect what I think I’m feeling. Or my current mood. Sometimes they touch into something deeper than my current story or drama about my life. And sometimes they give me what I most need at the time. And today, I was needing a bit of carefree love and joy. Thank you flying heart lady.