Hey, it’s leap day!
No, attack of the Space Toads (as of yet, from a previous leap year post). We’re pretty certain this little frog is just leapin’ for joy today. He gets an extra day!
I hope you leap for joy! Or at least leap for something. Leap for frogs maybe? I will if you do!
Here is the link from last leap year:
Coffee and Cheese before work. Bad combination? We’re about to find out. Happy Cheese though!
Happy stomach? Hmmm..
I don’t know why but this pizza looks more like Edward Norton than it does my self. Oh well, here’s Self-Portrait as Pizza for your Monday!
The birds have been at it since they woke me up this morning. Not to mention the gusty wind!”
I saw many along my walking path today. Among other birds and people, as it was a perfect sunny day. The wind would pick up and the occasional tree branch fell in my path. I felt it was time to scurry along, as the gusts were picking up exponentially. I found a perfect quote to keep me pondering. Walking is definitely for thinking. And sitting and thinking usually makes me sit around second guessing myself, overthinking what I said and how it would be interpreted to some. And all weekend I wanted to delete my website/blog, and burn my writings. Just forget it. Then I would say, but wait, that is the voice of another person who didn’t believe in me. I believe in myself now! I am not a piece of trash. But anyway, I found this quote:
“Walking, I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.” -Linda Hogan (b. 1947) Native American Writer
I wish I had slowed down a little bit more, but as the wind was gusty and I was worried about all the falling limbs, I should have noticed it more. What were the limbs saying to me? WATCH OUT. A warning from my ancestors? I think it’s just the wind breaking the dormant limbs, if you’re a realist. No, it’s just be cautious. It’s okay to be cautious. And to second guess yourself, until you believe in yourself. Until you find your voice. All those that walk beside me, that I cannot see are holding me close and letting me know that I AM Love, and that I can go on spreading that love through my art as long as I know that it comes deep within me and not outwardly, for acceptance or validation. Because anything that comes from the heart is meant to blow away in the wind and catch a falling limb anyway. Love is giving it away all the time to everyone, spirit or living, it is not to be coveted at all.
Late night coffee drinking.
And late night soul music. Lifting my spirits. I think back on days when I was a kid and my dad and uncle would jam out to music on Friday nights. And we would dance. I felt that tonight again, just a bit carefree. My own kids staring at me and wondering what’s wrong with this lady.
I guess the next doodle will be self portrait of lady dancing to soul music.
Enjoy your evening!
Saturday deserves a doodle of Saturn I suppose!
And songs on repeat.
I think if you have one you have the other.
But what if he’s just suffering from a stomach ache? Head ache? Or he’s just out in the rain wondering about life? There is doubt in what he’s actually even doing. So he’s shrouded in doubt and we’re in doubt to what is actually going on. And what’s inside this man’s head. We’re even starting to contemplate the meaning of his own existence too. Hell, even our own existence is quite as meaningless as this doodle head.
So who really has the existential dread here? He might be pondering what’s that over yonder? Now I’m wondering what’s he looking at if he’s not deep in thought?
Oh we’re in a spiral of wondering …best stop. I think he’s out in the rain and is cold and looking up at what I just wrote and telling me stop worrying about it, it’s meaningless. All of this meaninglessness!
It’s the dread.
And I had to do half head. Can’t speak, no words, but loves like no other. Tragic. I mean, all the words left unsaid. Mush brains will do that. It’s so hard sometimes…
Not much foxy going on, by the looks of him he looks more doggish than foxish. And nothing “foxy” here, just another mushy Valentine.
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