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Sometimes I think about it when I pass my empty easel in the garage.

It peeks at me speckled and lonely.

My first love stains empty water cups; burnt sienna, crimson and my cool favorites 100_1071that could paint a peacock for my kitchen.

Sometimes I see it in the patio cracks, concrete crumbles that could be faces, mountains. I could dream a little more or just sweep it away.

For a small moment, I join my kids with the sidewalk chalk and hope I haven’t become too rusty because someday, Someday, I would love to pick up my paintbrush again.

A shadow on the brick fence would look lovely in acrylic, but that will have to wait, so I’ll snap its image for my memory album.

The door that opened for me was one I ignored for so long, it had become dream camouflage. When I finally saw its loveliness, 100_3066I gave thanks and I’m holding it tight…

But I still think about that blank canvass in the garage, wondering what to do with a gift that, for now, waits in those in between places.

Is there something you love to do, but just can’t right now? I LOVE art, so feel free to share your gifts and post your (family friendly) links in the comments.

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