The Art of…

On May 16th, I received an email from writer Jeff Goins stating his best-selling book was on sale for three dollars. I like a good deal. So, I opened my Nook and purchased his book – The Art of Work.

I then searched for a book written by Mary Karr. I felt inspired by Mary during her interview with Danielle LaPorte and Linda Sivertsen on the Beautiful Writers Podcast. I didn’t know the title of her book so I searched “memoir” and in an instant, I found her book – The Art of Memoir.  

After my purchases, I set my Nook down and picked up my iPhone to do my school work. I am currently enrolled in a health coaching course through the Institute of Integrative Nutrition. And yes, there’s an app for that. I clicked the little white square with the red swirl and discovered the next lecture was, Master the Art of living with Bernie Siegel, MD.

Wow, I thought, synchronicity at it’s finest. Today must be “The Art of…” day.

I thought about what I would write. What would my “The Art of…” be?

Any subject can be written about as a work of art. The art of traffic. The art of swearing. The art of laundry. The art of walking the dog…

I threw in walking the dog because in order to master the art of anything, it must be something you do constantly. And I am constantly taking Bubba out to pee. It is part of my every day routine and a time when I am forced to be still while my dog, who is slower than snails, pees.   

Recently, as I waited for Bubba to pee, I noticed two snails on the sidewalk almost parallel to one another. One snail was slightly ahead of the other. If I had my phone I would have taken picture and posted it on Instagram with a cheesy caption like: “And they’re off. Place your bets.”

I took turns between watching the race and Bubba, until I finally drifted off, staring into space, floating in my thoughts. Depression was on my mind. I thought about the ways I’ve managed my depression. And I found a swell of pride rise from within for the work I have done and continue to do to in order to take better care of myself.  

Meanwhile, Bubba was still peeing. When he finally finished and I snapped back to reality, I looked over at the snails and they had made it to the other side of the walkway. My dog pees as long as it takes snails to cross a path! I was amazed and slightly irritated. 


On “The Art of” day, as Bubba and I paused on a grassy patch equipped with a poop bin, I spotted a single dandelion sprouting out of the grass. One seed of inspiration.

I once asked God for this particular sign. At the time, like usual, I was desperate for direction with my writing. I asked God to give me dandelions to help lead the way. And there it was, a tall dandelion in full bloom, on “The Art of” day.

Was it a signal to write my own “The Art of…?” Perhaps, my art will be: The Art of Finding Inspiration while Peeing Slower than Snails or something like that.

After contemplating my own “art,” my thoughts steered toward more practical things I should do with my time, such as cleaning, meal planning and grocery shopping. But, after walking the dog, doing my school work and writing a blog all I really wanted to do was eat, watch Julie & Julia “Master the Art of French Cooking,” lie down and master the art of napping.

So, that is what I did. Because, art is a lot of things but rarely ever practical.

Author: AshleyKagaoan

Ashley Kagaoan: wife, mother, writer, Libra, human. She currently resides in Southern California with her family.