I don't know anything about this painting or its painter. I found it on the Internet one day and saved it to my picture file.
I like the little red bird perched on the stem. Maybe it's looking at the pond water below. Maybe it's admiring the flowers.
I know when I look at this painting, I feel peace. Some of the leaves are old and full of holes. One is curling; I don't know why. It's a space that seems serene within itself, not making any statements, not startling anyone, not inspiring one to think.
I know I need that serenity in my life today. It isn't there inside today. In its place is low-grade anxiety, a sense of being overwhelmed. And so I look at this painting. I don't have to do anything. Just wait. This too shall pass.
For him who flew the nest
22 hours ago