Even as a child, I was a voracious reader, and I was completely happy in any room that had books and a chair to curl up in.
When I learned last year that I needed surgery to remove a tumor from my kidney that was so large it required major surgery and a lengthy recovery, I thought at least one silver lining would be more time to read. Seriously.
Well, that didn’t happen. Between what the surgery took out of me physically, and the drugs for pain and nausea, I couldn’t maintain focus long enough to read a single paragraph for months. And when I was finally able to concentrate again, the tide of my life came bounding back in, swamping everything in its path and leaving a stack of books still unread.
And there they sit, a temptation constantly calling to me...
I'm learning more about my art, and from my art, every day. It's not so much a matter of skill or practice... mostly it's a shift in perspective, a way of shaping how I look at and exist in the world.
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