Artful Living

Yesterday I was reminded how living as an artist takes over our lives, even when we're not aware of it. Wayne and I went to check with a client of his, and on her porch was a telling sight. There was a stack about three feet high of lovely brown twigs, all about the same length. I remarked that there was a project in the works, and thought, this is an artist's home! Sure enough, she had a plan for a decorative garden fence, and a house filled with wonderful objects to look at. She is a potter, a collector of interesting objects, and a story teller with fascinating stories.

Many of us can include ourselves in this group of artful living people, if we only look around at what we've done. We have a collection of objects, arranged with a purpose. We have paintings and pottery by friends and strangers that have captured our interest. We have colors purposely placed, a rock that has a wonderful color, pictures carefully hand drawn placed with love on the refrigerator door. And people like to come to our houses, they have so much to look at, and feel the warmth and the fun of the folks that live in this way.

Every day, as I look around my little house, I am so pleased to see my "things", they make me happy and content. They remind me of friends, of places I've been, of the joy of living every day with a fresh perspective. Most days, that is enough.