When we compose art (and life for that matter) with complete focus on
the perfection of each color choice
the perfection of each brush stroke
the perfection of the mud when you mix the colors too much
the perfection of the process, perfect presence itself flowing onto a canvas
then there are no mistakes
there is only joy and creating...
Think about it. We as humans are all different, right? But some of us who look and act a lot "differenter" are slapped with a label, a description, a diagnosis, because they seemingly need to be fixed.
But what if the creator can make no mistakes?
What if we trusted that everything is perfection, and that maybe our logical human minds are simply conditioned to see it otherwise?
Who are we to know better than the Creator that someone or something is somehow, less than perfect?
and trusting what is,
is where the joy and magic begin!