Just returned from a few days camping with the grandkids and their other magical grandparents. It was excellent on one end of the scale, and exhausting on the other.
I now now why God and nature decided that 72 was too old to have babies …
But I digress.
I find I’m hooked on Creativity/Art. All the time. I mean, I don’t eat and drink art (I leave that for smores and morning camp coffee), but I do find it follows me along wherever I go.
Lake and pool swimming over for the most part, my two youngest grandkids and I had a rock painting party one hot late afternoon.
This is our second year of “sharing the art.” We find suitable-sized rocks (preferably light and smooth), bring them back to the campground, paint positive words and/or scenes on them, then place them at various spots around the campground, hoping someone else will find them and take them home.
In reality it’s a karma kind of thing. It feels good.
So here is a pic of our final batch, and along with a couple of the ones I contributed….




You can do this too! Around the campground, around the park, around the neighborhood. Do it! It feels GREAT!!



















