It give me a rather uneasy feeling and disappointment that I loose passion for things that were once so important. How does the passion just disolve? One can get it back a little bit but not full force so it really comes to the front of the thinking process. I really have to get into the garden and do some gardening, yet I find myself painting or reading with the spare time. Or I schedule some painting time with a friend because that is what I would rather do. It looks like lack of self discipline but it is interest that has gone limp. Nevertheless, I plan to garden when things dry off a bit. But, you see first I have to post a painting from the "Faces In Technicolor" because that is what is in the front of my thinking process today. If your interested in doing that also the badge is to the right and you can.
Oh one other thing, thinking about passion and how one is percieved by others, one still wants the gardens, the house, and the art to all look good so it appears that you can really do it all and still have energy to do other things that weave in and out of the basics of your life. These self inflicted demands are silly, however they don't go away. I think maybe that is a good thing or how would anything ever get done, and make us look oh so capable.
