When it comes to most things, I'm pretty into color, so I'm surprised how much I'm enjoying the simplicity of black and white these days. I took up pen and paper again this morning; I've been digging these Pilot G-2 fine point pens for writing and drawing. A pencil is a lot safer, but pen is so permanent. You can't erase. I could interpret that as "no mistakes", but I'm not seeing it that way. Like the feather from my first exercise, I commit to making something of any mistakes. As in life, no do-overs -- just improvise.
I've always been into trees -- climbing them, standing in awe of them, figuratively hugging them. While meditating this morning, I visualized walking through a forest, so I opened my eyes ready to draw a tree. Not gonna diminish it, I'm pretty proud of this one. Calling it Branching Out.
On a recent hike at Roan Mountain, I was captivated by how unique (enchanted!) the place was. Dark trunks, vibrant moss. Nature follows general patterns (i.e. you know a tree when you see one), but particular combinations of wind, rain, sunlight, temperature, soil, and other factors collaborate to produce incredible complexity. I can't help but stand in wonder.