A fresh off the old mush block, a brand new kind of Valentine. One I created for myself but may resonate with anyone dealing with loving yourself or forgiving yourself. I don’t know who wrote the quote so forgive me, I must not take credit for it. But I think when I read it, “oh yeah I punish myself all the time for the things I have done.” But there was a lesson in all of it. It weighs heavy sometimes.
I forgot it was February. The supposedly “Mushiest” time of the year, but I guess, who’s more mushy, St. Valentine or Code Mush? You get to decide as the days go forward, closer and closer to Valentine’s Day. Which the latter is obviously more commercial and corny and ritualistically stupid. But we may say it is all those things but secretly we all would like something! From an admirer or a friend or family member. It doesn’t have to be romantic. Love is everywhere you look. It’s in the mundane and in the people we see every day. Okay, I’m starting to think I’m more corny than Valentine’s Day…
I want a rusty tin can shaped like a heart. And I mean, you have to use a hammer and some rusty nails to get it shaped like a heart. And fill it with dirt and worms so that I must feed birds with! And all the weirdo birdos will come to me! Hahahaha…
I’m still obsessing over birdos!! But now more birdos and hearts and mushy things to follow!
Take it easy there sloth, although I imagine you know exactly how to take it easy there. But even as you move yourself into stillness, in easy pose, in ease, please take care and don’t worry. You are amazing and work hard even if it feels like you’re getting no where. Some days, you must take it easy. Rest. And try and again tomorrow. Your efforts do not go unnoticed.
So today at work as I was just putting some cardboard in the baler, I turned around to see a hawk fly onto a pallet jack! I got a picture of it, but we sort of stared at each other for a minute before he started to fly up into the ceiling. Here is my rendition of him.
Hawk Buddy
Of course, since I have been obsessed with drawing birds this month, to be visited unexpectedly (even if it was unintentional Birdo) by one has got me so thrilled!! I am sure there is some good omen to it right? I’m not sure, but obviously he was looking for mice (or kittens) outside the dumpster and wandered in the vents in the ceiling.
But it still is cool. I hope the Hawk Buddy got out safely. Unless I come in tonight and he’s terrorizing the night crew. Aaaahhhh!!! Or even better Sounds of Hawk Shrieks everywhere!!
I don’t think he needs any explanation, his name says everything. How he got the cloud on his head, well, that deserves some attention. And maybe he’ll explain it another day. It’s clearing up though. Perhaps we’ll see his shining face tomorrow?
Curious cats, and free standing tubas. Why not. Perhaps it’s time we admired both. Well, we know cats get admired a lot. But do tubas do? If you place them simultaneously together perhaps people will notice. Place a cat inside a tuba and it’s AAAwww!
Tell me a story about a tuba and a cat and I will listen? Tell me about a tuba playing cat and I will dance!
There you have it. The juxtaposition we’ve all been needing today and from now on. Sundays are meant for blowing your own horn and cats can too!
For some reason it’s Foxy Friday and Supper’s Ready is stuck in my head, that part where he sings ” something tells me I better activate my prayer capsule!”
And do I have time this morning to listen to a 23 minute song? On foxy Friday I do. And I’m not even saying that it’s look foxy today, it’s be a fox, if you will. Sly and sneaky, like sneak a 23 minute song in your morning routine is what I mean. Or quietly whisper something strange and meaningless to someone then run away! Yeah! That kind of foxy. Playful and with no worries, for once!!!
I’ll probably delete this later. Happy foxy Friday everyone. Rock out or throw a rock, or something.