Playing in the Art Studio


I GO LOOKING for the path
that leads to the river
where yesterday
I saw someone crossing.

I have sneakered myself for sure footing.
A runner directs me.
“On the other side of that building,
you pick it up there.”

But I am waylaid en route
by a paint-stained table,
thoughts of color,
and the possibility of play.

Some of the best creative moments of our lives have been spontaneous, when something comes up and we have fun with it. What happens when we lose our ability to play?” – Jeff Overstreet, 2012 Laity Lodge Writer’s Retreat




About Marilyn

Reading, thinking, listening, writing and talking about faith, creativity, ESL for refugees, grief and finding the story in a story. Student of Spanish. Foe of procrastination. Cheez-it fan. People person with hermit tendencies or vice-versa. Thank you so much for reading.
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