In the Art Studio: The Insides of a Heart

heartsong {etsy}
Something strange has been happening at my art table lately.  Strange, but good.

It goes something like this:

I pine for my art-making, miss it deeply.  And then -- surprise!  My sweet son surprises me with the gift of a nap, and I run for the art table.

I sit.  I stand up, procrastinate, sit again.  I shuffle things about.

what is this place? {art journal page}
And then -- I begin.  I dip my brush into paint or water and begin.

It feels awkward. ...