The wind was cold but the cushiony grass looked inviting. I’d often felt the desire to lie down in that spot but had never done so. I guess the desire had always seemed too random. Today I let myself follow the impulse.
I let go for several minutes looking at the grey scudding sky.
‘What next? Let me know what next? What will you have me paint or draw? I need guidance!’
The answer came taking me by surprise – ‘Illustrate the dog blog you did three years ago in a week!’
‘Wow, really, a week? Thats 101 cartoons! That’s 14 or 15 drawings a day! Thats difficult! Where did that idea come from? I’m no good at drawing dogs, it’s a big task, it will take ages, do I have enough ideas to make 101 fun cartoons?
Resistance, lack of self belief, fear, doubt… all the crappy stuff that gets in the way, jumped up to argue with the voice, flattening the inspiration like a big boot on a seedling.
Hurdles. Those self imposed hurdles, that stop us even having a go.
Maisie came and stole her ball out of my pocket demanding play. We played ball at ground level, her level – me flat on my tummy, eye to eye, it was beguiling.
‘Thats it, just play, play at ground level’ the sky voice said.
‘You’re grounded anyway, why not have fun cartooning! Set an alarm clock for 1 minute, 5 minutes, ten minutes to get going. Do lightning sketches to allow fluency and flow to find you. Draw fast, with quick and simple lines. Allow those drawings that you admire so much to come. The ones that look so easy but are born out of practise. You can do it! Play and enjoy yourself without judgement or ego.’
So, today I commit to 101 cartoons of my little dog Maisie. I don’t know if I can do it, but I will never know if I don’t have a go!
I have, according to the voice, one week. All the time in the world!