“This world is but a canvas to our imagination.” – Henry David Thoreau
“Life is a blank canvas, and you need to throw all the paint on it you can.” – Danny Kaye
Ten hours and $5800 later, my sixty year old silver maple is gone. The backyard is stark. A blank canvas. I am not sure what I’ll put in its place. I’m still thinking about it and looking at garden and patio magazines for ideas. When it’s right, I’ll know it. I asked them to leave a chunk of the tree to make a bench out of it to carry a piece of the old into what will be new. Some things we get so used to that we don’t have a vision of what could be until the canvas is blank. So as I face a blank canvas in my backyard and other parts of my life, I go forward with confidence that the possibilities will be more exciting if I am open to them. Start painting and watch the colors fill the canvas. The beauty unfolds if we get out of the way.
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.”
“I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so studily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to it’s lowest terms…”
“The indescribable innocence and beneficence of nature – of sun and wind and rain, of summer and winter – such health, such cheer, they afford forever!”
“To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts. Every man is tasked to make his life, even in its details, worthy of the contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour.” – Henry David Thoreau
Monday morning – thinking about the day, the week ahead. I choose to take on today and not discount it because it’s Monday or wish it away to Friday. Join me in the “Thank goodness it’s Monday club!” Open to all.