Freedom To Play

Excited to be given freedom to play, I run to my art studio and begin dabbling. I have already created thirteen new canvases – penned and ready to fill in with paint. My dogs are pawing at the glass slider, wanting entrance. I allow them to come in, but warn them they will have to sit. Buddy, my large puppy gets under my arm, flinging it into the air. I let him back out. Sophie Helen, my cocker is twelve years older. She lies down, because she wants to stay. Buddy knocks on the slider and I let him back in. The dogs lie rear end to rear end, not facing each other. I telephone some friends, listen to them on speaker while I paint. My heart is singing. Painting is my meditation. It is a terrific time to listen and encourage others while I play, and it makes my dogs happy.