Serenity

Some days I wake full of certainty and serenity. Some days I wake ready to blast the world asunder. This is one of those. I come here for balance. A steadying, before I fly apart in all directions. I come to the trees, the ducks, the pen, the page, the paint and canvas. With words I can tear ideas apart without pain. With paint I can explode the canvas without destruction. With photographs I can capture and manipulate things into what I see. It is all a buffer between me and the rest of the world. Within it I find myself. Within it I find serenity. Within it I find enough peace of mind to let the rest of the world be as it needs be without me.