My rawing to the right is a Qing Dynasty Cloud Dragon.
While I try to do everything with school and life and balance both with rest and play, one of the passé temps I enjoy is drawing. I enjoy it, whether I am good at it or not is not only irrelevant, but I am the only judge of my work since I do it for myself. I hold similar thoughts on my writing and painting.
Drawing offers a sense of ease and focused relaxation; an opportunity to increase a skill through practice, and express my creativity. This one is still in progress: I will add clouds, talons, and the pearl with which this dragon plays. My inspiration is an insightful, playful, and entertaining book on Taosim by Qiguang Zhao, Do Nothing & Do Everything.
I love learning, and while I learn about Taoism (which a philosophy, not a religion--like Buddhism), I am also learning more about Chinese culture, tradition, and history. And dragons! Chinese dragons are associated with water, which is converse to Anglo-European myths, where they are monsters of fire and rage. I definitely prefer the playful Chinese version!
"I sing not of this world nor of other stars
I sing possibilities of myself beyond worlds and stars
I sing the joy in rambling and the pleasure of dying en route...
...When's the next train for Paris"?
I sat for a long while.
I sat unmoving.
Suddenly, I remembered to breathe.
I thought for a long while.
It was painful, those thoughts, those acknowledgements.
I saw before me the screen of reality,
it was not what I had wished,
It was not what I lived
I believed an opaque dream
Misguided by my own hopes
I deluded myself into acceptance
And as I placed my feet firmly on the ground,
I felt for once, the painful reality
As the granite found into my flesh, I felt the Mermaid
Unsteadily, working from sea to shore,
The pain was overwhelming,
but the curiosity so great
My feet bleed as I walk forward
Can you walk these stones?
I cry out-- but desire the change
I stumble and no one is there to offer help
It is pain to move into a new world alone
New air, new earth, new life, new birth
I look down
The stones are red.
...Small actions in a dynamic system will trigger vast and unexpected changes