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In Hiding

With half head, no brains. Notta brains…

The ink smeared and it looks like drool!
Listening to Pearl Jam’s In Hiding, Half head is hiding again.
Decided to dabble with the markers again.

Bringing back the half heads for a brief moment to remember that growth can suddenly crumble to dirt with any sudden shift, and almost you feel certain that you’re back to hiding again from everything and everyone. Not knowing if you’re even sure you made any progress to begin with. Then you sort of stop yourself from spiralling into the overwhelming thoughts void.  That oh yeah, I’m sorry I sound like an idiot I will get through this momentary setback of overwhelming thoughts and emotions and the unknown. Just as I did before, I will again. Inch forward as slowly as possible (oh does this call for a slug doodle?)

I feel I have brain damage from a lot of things, seriously. I think I used to be smarter and could draw better than this… Time to reflect then.

Lucky Dog and Toad

Lucky Dog
Lucky Little Toad

I give you some luck today, all over this world, some mushy doodles of luck!

Enjoy.

I don’t like how the colors look, I wish I had a scanner to scan them, and my cheap ass phone takes horrible images. I usually just stick to pen. Ugh or learn to digitize, are you a 20th century doodler?

And one more Pi doodle

Pie trying to explain pi

Pie trying to explain pi doodle.

And the day is almost over and all I’ve been thinking about eating is blueberry pie. Good day. I will by the end of the week make a blueberry pie I believe.

And I also found another from the code mush vaults this other doodle of a pie that I’m rather proud of from over 10 years ago. Enjoy. Delicious!

Pie doodle

3-14=🥧

Pie and Coffee

Well, what better way to celebrate 3-14-24 but with coffee and pie, but instead of pie I’m making brownies. We can pretend we’re having pie, by cutting it into a pie shape. And coffee is good with brownies too. This juxtaposition makes more sense than coffee and toad! Even though I plan on perfecting the doodles of coffee and toad throughout the month, maybe. I might forget or go on another completely different tangent. You never know!

Here is a vintage post from 2012 I believe with a coconut meringue pie

Tonight’s menu: coconut meringue pie

Vacation Goals

Books and Coffee

Besides spending time with my kids and taking my kids to do science things and beach things (maybe the beach, it is spring break and the beach gets wild and crowded), I will try and spend some time relaxing and reading and drinking my copious amounts of coffee. Besides also enjoying spring and the birdies chirping and the flowers a bloomin’. And also probably relaxing too. If that’s something I can even do! And doodles.

Windy Weirdo

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.