Colouring Is Therapy

mandala

Sometimes my mind can be a noisy place, especially when a decongestant coupled with pseudoephedrine ramps up the anxiety. At times like this, colouring is a great meditation, and that mandala up there quieted me right down tonight, along with several back-to-back episodes of Angel and two napping kitties at my hip.

I started colouring again last fall after a more than 30-year hiatus, and I'm glad I did. No wonder I loved doing this when I was a kid.


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