Sigrid’s Occasional Blog on Art, Nature & Conscious Living
Some days, despite my most diligent planning, the tide of life just rushes in and tumbles my schedule askew. A deluge of unexpected occurrences wrench control from my grasp and by evening I feel like a beached whale.
Last evening I took my dachshund, Belle, for a beach walk. I was watching the small waves at the edge of the shore washing in and out over the rocks and shells. As each wave receded and I surveyed the pretty remains trying to decide which pieces I might like to add to my collection. My patio garden sparkles with the treasures I find this way.
It's especially true for a watercolor artist. The Ecuadorans say SALT WATER is the cure for everything: