In complete contrast to yesterday, today has been a better day. Routines are good things as they force you to be active. So much so that I even swept and mopped the floor and now I feel like I've got some head space. Back to that thought in a moment.
My oil painting classes resumed today so I was able to enter that magical world of creativity, being lost in strokes of brush against canvas, colours, the smell of paint and turps. A little bit of conversation with fellow artists, admiring the photos and paintings our teacher took and painted from her recent trip to France (she flew in this morning) and the the tranquility that comes from doing something you love.
Before painting class I cut out a pattern to make a little bird made from fabric. I've been yearning to make some since I've started blogging and seen them on other blogs. They look so cute. So two creative opportunities in one day Sigh. (A good sigh).
Back to thoughts on head space. Does anyone have a theory on why clutter in our houses makes us feel like we are cluttered in the head? I'd like to understand the psychology behind it.