Doodle

It’s a beautiful day in the neighbourhood. Temperature has come down and so has the humidity. What a relief! Here’s to no more scorchers!
We went to Lancaster Pennsylvania to see for ourselves what we had read about in the New York Times. We were not disappointed. The weather was just nice for a stroll around town, but my head was toying with some ideas for a painting. They usually never materialise beyond my head, but it always feels good when I finally make a doodle of what’s stirring inside my head.

I knew someone years ago in the Bay Area, and she was studying why people doodle when they’re doing something else — such as listening, talking, watching television. I don’t know if she ever got her research off the ground. I hope she did because I thought it was fascinating. The act of doodling seems to clear my cluttered mind and places me in a state of relaxation. It didn’t matter that the doodling seemed “childish”. It doesn’t matter if it looks good or bad to you or to anyone else, the important thing is that you got it out like a talk with someone kind who would listen, and it’s meditative.