Permission to Savor
There's a tree on the property.
It stands sturdy and tall.
It watches over the lake and catches the sunsets.
The tree doesn't care what season it is.
Or if I'm there to notice it.
It's been there long before my words and worries shared space with it.
It weathers icy storms as easily as it bathes in the summer heat.
And still, somehow, relishes in the beauty of its surroundings.
Like it was the first time it's ever seen it.
When I deny myself time to savor, I withhold the joy of remembering that I was here.
Original Watercolor, 11” x “14
This work comes framed with a white mat border that is 16”x 20” in size.
There's a tree on the property.
It stands sturdy and tall.
It watches over the lake and catches the sunsets.
The tree doesn't care what season it is.
Or if I'm there to notice it.
It's been there long before my words and worries shared space with it.
It weathers icy storms as easily as it bathes in the summer heat.
And still, somehow, relishes in the beauty of its surroundings.
Like it was the first time it's ever seen it.
When I deny myself time to savor, I withhold the joy of remembering that I was here.
Original Watercolor, 11” x “14
This work comes framed with a white mat border that is 16”x 20” in size.
There's a tree on the property.
It stands sturdy and tall.
It watches over the lake and catches the sunsets.
The tree doesn't care what season it is.
Or if I'm there to notice it.
It's been there long before my words and worries shared space with it.
It weathers icy storms as easily as it bathes in the summer heat.
And still, somehow, relishes in the beauty of its surroundings.
Like it was the first time it's ever seen it.
When I deny myself time to savor, I withhold the joy of remembering that I was here.
Original Watercolor, 11” x “14
This work comes framed with a white mat border that is 16”x 20” in size.