Have you ever been in such a hurry that you made a "stupid mistake" that caused an injury? This happened to me earlier this month when I wounded my right hand.
Life shifted in a matter of seconds placing me on a path of healing. Multiple stitches later and the use of only one hand, life came to a complete stop.
The first week was rough, emotional and completely draining...
But thankfully I am left-handed, so instead of focusing on the negative, I decided my watercolor painting would be comforting.
In the Beginning
Much like this painting, in the beginning I was all over the place. The pain was continuous and spiraled at different times.
Some days were worse than others but I found when I sat to paint my wounded hand relaxed. I chilled out and before I knew it an hour or two had passed.
I pushed through part of the day working on simple techniques by splashing paint on paper. This helped lift my spirits as I celebrated the ability to paint.
Reflect and Wait
The flow of blending color allowed me to reflect on my feelings as I waited for healing to take shape. The process has been slow, but I realized a few things.
- One being that it's time for me to slow down.
- To stop working so hard and work smarter.
- Time for me to take my watercolor painting more seriously.
- Spend more time creating what I love about watercolor.
Reflecting has been almost daily and with a few more weeks of mending I can resume some of my outdoor activities.
With a heavy sigh... I am okay with that...
Feeling Thankful
Most of all I am thankful that my right hand will regain full capacity with time and natural healing.
It's easy to forget that our hands are a gift; just think about the years they have carried us through everything.
From the beginning of this accident I have been reminded of the strength our hands provide.
Through God's grace, I have recognized this ordeal could have been much worse
For those of you who have prayed for me, THANK YOU!
I feel so grateful that I can spend time healing through watercolor painting.
Encouraging Goodness,
Carole West
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