Today I bought a sketchbook and some colored pencils, because I’ve been wanting to get back into art after not having drawn anything for several years.
Then I remember that the Dreamer is an artist, and that he’s been gently encouraging me to get back into art and drawing for a while now. Not for any sort of devotional activity, just that he thinks I’d enjoy it. It makes me happy, that he’s encouraging my hobbies simply as things I enjoy doing.
That’s something that I’ve been noticing lately, that my Beloveds are encouraging my independence and balancing my “everyday” and spiritual life. They’re helping me separate the “mundane” and spiritual, rather than bringing them closer together. I’m going to have to sit with that realization for a bit, but it reminds me of the Madman’s comment about faith that ebbs and flows.