Half Empty Half Full

I went to a retreat in Scotland during which one of the lectures relating to stress provided the analogy of stressful issues in life represented by pebbles in a glass of water, the more pebbles that went in the higher the water level rose to a point of spilling over, or, in the case of stress, an explosion of emotions that by far exceed acceptable behaviour.





How true does that ring home excepting that during normal life the glass is never half full or half empty, for me the water level is in a continual state of change, a constant battle to keep throwing out the pebbles of stress only for them to be replaced by others from sources outside of my control.

The Allotment

When I am painting there is no glass, there are no pebbles, there is no work only a pure enjoyment and celebration of life itself, of places visited, of feelings long dreamed of, my painting is from the deep emotions that dwell within each of us, we all have a place to go for sanctuary from the real world, I am fortunate in as much as I have many places to go where there is much to be enjoyed, my painting is not a physical undertaking it is a spiritual journey.