My mushy mind is electric!
And full of worries!
However, there is nothing wrong with it.
My Mush Mind
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Category Archives: doodle
Fly!
Fly little weirdo, fly! Let go of what’s holding you back.
Mush Morning
Sometimes mush mornings start at 10 o’clock at night, sometimes at 3 in the afternoon, when your sleep was more like a power nap and you need to rush to get the kids from school. Sometimes it’s a mush morning at 3 am with the night so quiet you can sit and think and savor your warm cuppa joe, before the chaos begins. Whatever time it is, be a little mushy! Write what you’re thinking and sip sip sip. Then doodle a thing or two. Meditate. Or not. Make a pancake breakfast at night. Sun salutations or moon salutations, it’s an ever ending circle turning, turning ’round. Yin yang, night day. There’s not much left to ponder really. I have begun to love each day I wake, it’s a miracle we’re all even here right now, so I’m learning to be grateful just to be breathin’ breathing, breathe…
Rise and Mush
Could I start a new mush everyday with a morning cup of half head in your coffee cup, saying something obnoxious like …rise and shine?
I think that would be redundantly ridiculous! And grow old, but then I’ll forget about it for a while and not do any… and them bam! give you a dose of half head coffee cup man again! What do you say? Sound refreshing like a nice warm cup of tea or coffee?
Here is the first one and I laughed and laughed and said, did I forget how to draw half head? Because this looks like a potato head!
Have a ridiculously good morning!
Pumpkin Cat
There once was a tuba cat, who sat on a tuba…but seeing how it is October. The cat sits on the pumpkin, or Jack o lantern really. So Jack o lantern Kitty cat!
Breaking news: someone lit the pumpkin too much!
That can’t be good. Flaming pumpkin? Flaming Jack O Lantern!
National Chocolate Milk Day
I blew the store up with code mush chocolate milk signs. Oh boy, now that I have had time to overthink everything, I’ve come to the conclusion that they’re not very good. Awful…
Creepy actually. I can see why my manager wasn’t exactly thrilled. I’m a weirdo! Ugh, and I also don’t know math very well. But I’ll be overthinking all weekend, so I don’t know what you’ll be up to. Good day…
Oh gosh, not birds again.
But this one is different, weirder, and shrouded by its own fears and insecurities. Squawk! Squawk! Waaaaahhhh…
That would be me…ugh.
Just be weird! Just show up as your weird, loving self!
And then overthink about it until the day you die.
What are we talking about? Birds?
Mush Lunar Eclipse
You know I had to doodle the eclipse. The earth and moon this time having a dance!
A Mush Goose
My little homage to
Mary Oliver’s poem, Wild Geese.
You do not have to be good
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like wild geese, harsh and exciting over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
Snail on my Rosemary
It also was not that big but teeny tiny, like snails be. Oh it was moving its way around the pot!
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