To Love the Practice

I’m cruel to myself. Some part of me is disappointed when I can’t pick up a tool and be perfect sooner than later. Practice is hard. I getfairy celloist playing, image by Arthur Rackham frustrated when the words don’t come out on the screen and when the words get lost from one thought to the next.

I’m trying to remember to keep going. To pick up the charcoal again and to re-warp the loom again. To write. To build a business. To spin and embroider and cook.

Please read the words of Ann Patchett and artwork from a variety of sources, blended by Terri Windling on her website Myth & Moor. I think Patchett’s encouragement is a timely reminder to us all.

What are the arts you are practicing?