Startling white

When I first started oil painting, I was just terrified of the big, perfect, white canvas. My art therapist at Rogers told me to just make a mark. Go ahead and get something on the canvas so I didn't have to worry so much. I could go from there. So, I made a big red slash across the canvas. It started with just a stroke of the paintbrush and that let me begin. That's how I feel about writing sometimes. I sign on to blog and the white screen just stares back at me. I don't know how to start. I don't know how to describe what I'm feeling or why or how. Sometimes, it's just a stoke on the keyboard and then I'm off. I think it helps when I stop thinking and start writing or painting or feeling. Healing for me is usually a heart thing, not a head thing. I have learned to let myself feel and it is strangely wonderful and terrifying.