It begins - always - with resistance.

There's fear. There's uncertainty. There's constant doubt...and far too much second-guessing. Why?

It begins - always - just like this.

What if I cannot? What if I have nothing? What if whatever it becomes doesn't meet others' expectations? What if it doesn't meet my own?

It begins - always - with a desire to brighten a dark day...to color a colorless palette. It begins - with a little trepidation and a lot of imagination.

It begins - always - just like this. Without a plan...and with the tools I have readily at hand.

Today - there were flowers on my kitchen counter...balls in the store-room toy cabinet....and my favorite little figurines who never fail to make me smile.

I dropped my head and released my thinking mind. I allowed myself to sink into my body - where I feel and know and trust. I reminded myself that this is just a practice....and the prize is within.

And - it began. Just like this.

A little laughter. A little light. A wee bit of color on an otherwise black and white grey day.