A Craft the Soul Knows

I live where I am supposed to be and this life of sheep, dogs and grass keeps me in touch with the natural world and therefore with myself. Yet finding the words to adequately share what I know and love is sometimes just to pressing. It all gets a little un-natural sometimes.

So I picked up a drawing pencil today and I drew dogs and sheep for a couple hours. It felt like a few moments.

It has been several months since have I have done any drawing. Never mind the whole reason I picked up the pencil was because I was so frustrated with trying to force writing to happen that I couldn't sit at the computer any longer. It worked, in that wondrous way that being where you are supposed to be and working on a craft the soul knows you are supposed to be doing, does.  

So the day turned around and I feel a little closer to natural again.