To Create with Color

It’s a slow morning,
foggy outside,
I’m nursing a little cold,
still in pjs.
Worry-mind
finds some little thing
to engage with,
I counter by moving about
my home, tidying
and arranging objects,
feeling a small measure of control,
and come to ponder,
is this worry based on doubt?—
Doubt in myself,
doubt in the universe?
There must be, here, a different way—
for sometimes I fall into life’s little art studio,
where imagination and belief and dreams
are primary colors,
and I feel, with them,
I can paint something beautiful.

(December 19, 2025)