I don’t know why it’s only half..perhaps because we’ve been experiencing mostly rain this past week, strong storms and mild temperatures. But I imagine this will all change and we’ll have the hot hot summers we all know and mostly hate here in Texas. Bleh because it’s only June 1st!
I checked out a Japanese haiku book out in the library for my kids. And I enjoy reading them as well.
If I knew how to write a haiku I would write one about Saturday, birds and coffee.
Saturday coffee
Birds chirp their ceremony
A song ripe with love
That’s the best I can do in a moment’s notice.
But I doodled the Saturday and bird already:
Even my cat Ralph is enjoying the songs of the birds this morning. Of course he’s plotting murder, I know it.
It’s your birthday code mush. Slug it all out by devouring cake as slowly and deliciously as possible, while screaming at the top of your lungs on said cake!
-CM
I do like a good broken winged bird. And one who looks like she’s not giving up hope just yet. What is hope? I feel like an Emily Dickinson poem would fit nicely right here. Hope is the thing with feathers.
She’s starting to be okay with being broken and disappointing everyone. She’s still here trying though.
And this weekend we encountered one of the coolest moths I’ve seen besides the Luna moth a month back. A cecropia moth! One of the largest in North America. Here is my rendition. Oh gosh the wings are not perfectly sized. Oh well. Disappointing!
Here it is post mortem, sadly it was dying when we found it.
Here it is alive, so beautiful! All the moths seem to find my porch. I know why though, sadly they’re attracted to that big light that I can’t get rid of. They’re all just dying from obsessing over the light. I don’t know what to do. I hope at least it got to mate and continue the life cycle. One could hope!
These birds were inspired by a movie I recently watched where the bird has a broken wing, but gets mended by the characters and he’s just part of the theme throughout the movie. Anyway, it’s been a while since I’ve doodled a weirdo birdo so here you go. I like the latter two better even if the face looks slightly weird. It’s cutesy.
The movie is called Showing Up if you happened to be interested. I recommend it to you artsy folk, and anyone who has an artist(s) in their life, or have anyone in your life who is dealing with any mental health issues. And since it’s mental health month, it might be something you’d like to show someone you care about. But that’s what showing up is all about. Maybe you don’t know how to show up for someone, or you’re trying to use your voice to advocate for people to show up, or even to get people to show up for you as insignificant as you might feel.
I think I don’t know how to be vulnerable only through art. And that’s really what I believe art is. It’s seeing through to someone’s vulnerable, raw self. There is more truth in it than they could even speak. In fact I don’t know how anyone could understand me if I didn’t make art. I’d just be sort of a block head.
I feel not only half a head, but also completely turned upside down in a turmoil of my own thoughts. There’s no escaping them, they just hang upside down making absolutely no sense in the process. Ahhh, ohhh, eeehhh they flip and flop around in that topsy turvy way that they do. Until I’m together again I guess that’s just what they’ll do.
Catch you on the flippity flip!
The week of doodles, May is here! Oh May, the month of birthdays. I get to look forward to that but more. And Mother’s day in the U.S, and just on the cusp of Summer. Bright blue skies and tanned skin. There is always nostalgia in May, the akin to every childhood memory. The end of the school year, the start of summer. Anyway, you all feel it too.
-CM
And to end the turtles theme, I’ll end it back inside in its shell! Hide!
Better to hide than to ruin everyone’s life. I always ruin everything.
More turtles, earth appreciation, and moving cautiously, that’s about all the week has been. Yet it’s also been a bunch of overthinking, (crying) overwhelming mess. In time I guess I will not care so much, but at this time it is all that bothers me. Just people, people and their self-righteous judgements. People and whatever they think, but maybe it’s not about them. Deep inside I’m trying to see that I am a better person, and that I can change. But how do you leave the world of people and their opinions, and enter the world of the not caring about their stupid assumptions? I guess, it takes an inner strength, esteem, self-love that erases their voices out of your head and all you hear is this: I am worthy.
Okay I’m saying this all to the Internet that makes a lot of sense. Into the open plains of the Internet. Into the wired space jungle of the Internet. Okay, you get it..but people suck.
These mushy turtles this weekend.
Oh, just hiding in my shell, nothing new, just figuring and trying to understand the patterns and problems and the slow progression that comes with diving inward.
Code Mush 