Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

It's a sunny day, and we have taken a walk, had lunch and are possibly going to work on our photos again after a long hiatus. Unfortunately, I have no excuses to avoid it any longer. I've been thinking about watercolors. I had a brief period when I did some little paintings in watercolor that seemed to work out well, years ago, when I was on retreat with my Zen teacher. I have them hanging up in the downstairs bathroom (well, they are not THAT good). Another yen I havee is to buy more fabric and make some runners, placemats and napkins. I used to do that, and every time I eat at my daughter's house, I noticee some I gave her years ago. I just want to create SOMETHING, even if it is awful. I have very limited skills with which to work. I used to frame some photos I did, but noticed when I gave them to people they disappeared, so that was a hint there was not much talent there. When people ask me what I wish I could have been, I usually say: painter, costume designer, or play an instrument. I've already tried writing, and was a resounding failure, but never a day goes by when I don't write. I write in my blog, in my gratitude journal, in my Buddhist notebook, of not scribble some poems or a memoir like piece. But I hunger for a different expression of my feelings, something not involving words. It would still be a kind of speech, but more from the heart perhaps. We'll see if I take up a project. I think I'm desperate enough to try it.