I think they call it mindfulness these days.

To be present and part of the moment without self conscious thought or overthinking.

I’m absolutely rubbish at it.

But

I can see the moment like no one else and I can slow it down, turn it upside down, take it somewhere and show you.

To watch a moment and the hand to produce a heap of lines on a page that my brain understands. That’s crafted over and over and over for years and years and never perfected but perfect in it’s imperfection.

That’s drawing. I like drawing, the only reason I ever started was not because I wasn’t any good, (I was just a toddler) I just saw the moment.

I was a young child sat in a church silently drawing with my finger, the backs of people’s heads sat in their benches.

I was a sad teenager with no escape from my head so I drew my moments that gave me hope.

I was a tired mum with seeing no value in my life that picked up a sketchbook and saw a moment.

I’m getting older and my glasses are thick (and give me huge eyes) but the moments are there and they matter.

So I will draw.