This happened: My hair got caught in Adam’s armpit and I went for a smol ride for a few inches down the hallway. We both agreed: it was a freak accident.
I don’t want to deal with social media. I hate it for how loud it is. It is a train, traveling in a straight line for a million miles – but that train is loaded with car after car of rotting carcasses, luggage filled with shit-stained lingerie and shit-stained “my best pair of shoes” shoes. Just NO. I have tried. I have gone there out of desparation whilst being desperate for a distraction from the insanity happening now in the OUTER WORLD, for god’s sake! At least on the Inner World I knew it was just ME. Also, I don’t really feel that way. I really appreciate reddit and imgur, and I know it is up to me to slow down or stop when I need to, for my own mental well-being.
Oh my god. This touches me so deeply…so deeply…I’m listening to Spin-Spin (1976), the piece (instrumental) is Sunday Afternoon’s Dream 25:04.
Today I painted a cat I rather like. I hope that by the time summer’s over, I will be painting a bit more in-depth. For some reason (and understandably possibly forever)…I dunno… I’m rambling because I’m nervous about how I’m doing working on building up my strength in all areas so that I can progress this wonderful continuum of my spirit in a more expedited way. I have a very hard time relaxing. So, that said, I can say that due to the pandemic, being forced to be home, has shown me that I am wound up TIGHTLY, and absolutely brain-fried into near stupidity with regard to the amount of pent-up release and badly needed relief of Nothing-Left-To-Do-Except-Sit-Down-With-Pen-And-Paper_look-In-The-Mirror-And -Write-What-You-See. And so, in this terrible dream I thought I was not ok, but was merely surviving, so I went ahead and did a little non-committed, free-form thought driven, art therapy and here I am today, finding that this kind of thing is (and has been for a long time, since forever) that is good for me. Endquote.
So, I’ve been making scrumptous food. i’ve been journaling in cartoon. I’ve been watching paint dry and recede from the surface of paper, taking my message into someone else’s hand one day, one day after I die. I’ve found new music. I’ve pondered my old age. Been terrorized by the thoughts generated as a natural form of chronic suffering (because, hello, human). Through that, I have more of myself from letting go of something by letting it in. Ughh. Difficulties no one can know are our burden as individuals, but I’m really rambling now. Chicken and Dumplings.
Happy Monday 🙂
What a great morning. Watched Christine McConnell’s Forest House Renovation Tour. She’s pretty amazing. ❤ I love how she acknowledges how important her cats and pup are to her. She recommended a band I loooove, Gunship (80’s inspired techno)
Also watched, after discovering, a hummingbird building a nest in the tree canopy right outside my kitchen window! Wow! Bringing some kind of fluff and licking (?) the surfaces and placing things just so. Also was impressed that she (he?) smoothed the nest sculpture with its wing.
Dipped into my watercolor just to plap some pigment on a free-form, visual journal page.
Later…just got back from my hike. A short and leisurely stroll through the woods, really, but that was the best I could do on such a hot and sunny day. It smelled gloriously piney, though, and it was ab solutely gorgeous and full of bird energy and all that lifey-feel stuff. But guess what? I came across a large group of beautiful, young, male deer. They saw me and some got up, but they all became very still. omg their beauty… stunning and healthy-looking. Their antlers were so soft looking. Eyelashes so long and eyes so sweet and deep. Soft black muzzles and blended strawberry-blonde, dark-red bodies. I stood a good while, sweetly speaking to them. They relaxed, but I knew I had to move on before they decided to leave. Pretty cool, though!! On my way back, I saw they were still there. But by then I went full nature-retard and decided we were all friends and spoke to them in my typical overly-familiar way and they got up and left. lol – Still pretty amazing!
No child deserves to be home-schooled by the average american. Please, wear your mask so kids can go back to school this Fall.
Ok, I think that’s enough for now. ❤