


Because you can’t draw too many Birdos. There’s no such thing as too many!



Because you can’t draw too many Birdos. There’s no such thing as too many!



Saying hi,
And sending love from my little family’s nest to your little family’s nest.
What is love if not wishing the very best for everyone and holding them in your heart for always, even if they’re not here? Even if they’ll never witness it? Even if it’s a little weird and ridiculous…I guess, let it get weird, and show off your goofy, weirdo smile…
Let it be as awkward as possible!
That would be weirdo birdo!

I love how the sun shines in Fall, particularly late afternoon. It’s just a different golden shade which illuminates the leaves falling, illuminates the shadows that cascade around you. Do you notice it too? It’s my favorite thing about fall. I want to be able to always pause and notice these seemingly ordinary occurrences.
I like to take my walks around the park this time of year to notice what’s taking place. What are the animals preparing for. What should we be preparing for?
I am in a pondering, wondering state of mind. I get this way when I’m thinking sometimes. At least it’s better than the anxious overthinking what I say and do…at least I’m thinking of a grander, expansive picture. Of the world and how tiny I really be.

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?

I extend a wing out to you in hopes I can wrap you up and keep you safe! Mushy wings!
Crazy lady and birds. It’s always a crazy lady and something. Cats, or just plain crazy. I’ve hit the deep end. I’m filling up my new journal everyday with a birdo or two. And romantic thoughts of nature and life! So you must suffer the onslaughts of one Birdo after another Birdo and so forth until I’ve exhausted my hyper fixation. You’re here, you’ve known this, I am repetitive. There is no linear progression. Just loops and loops of the same mumbo jumbo. And again and again. Ugh, dumbo jumbo more like it.

I wish I were standing in the rain like this bird, letting it all fall and letting it all go. Wash away my silly heart.

I haven’t had the inspiration to write lately, just been quite stuck in my stupid thoughts. So I’ll just show you the couple of doodles I did this week. I’m sure you’ve seen the news about the hurricane that hit Texas. We were impacted by it, but luckily not as severe as some. It was an interesting week! Here is a birdo blowing away!

And a half finished, I guess, doodle of some mountains. I have been wanting to take a trip out to Big Bend. I haven’t been since I was a kid. I want to know what fascinated my dad about the place, as I only remember mere glimpses of the mountains. I do love them so! And we were very close to Big Bend a couple of years ago in the Davis mountains. So yeah, the mountains be calling me!!

And my ancestors roamed the areas. Have you heard of the Comanche springs? And the Comanche war trails? Some intersect through that area. I guess also a part of my soul, if our ancestors can somehow live inside us, a tiny fleck in our soul longs to be there again. As if maybe I somehow, one way or another, have lived there before…when I think about longing, that’s what I think. Some part of my soul dwells there in another life, or my ancestors still call out to me. Maybe that’s why my Dad loved the place too. It called out to him. Sometimes we’re unaware of what longing is, or what’s calling out to us. Fear sets in. Doubts. Sometimes longing leads to dead ends, heart breaks, trouble, but we wind up learning something. That is also longing. Longing to grow and learn about ourselves. So you must trust that nothing and everything will go right/wrong. It’s up to you to understand it I guess. I told you my mind is somewhere deep in the recesses of turmoil and struggle. Maybe just a good night’s sleep and a good walk in nature perhaps. Or some more doodles. Get your head out of the clouds!

What would birds listen to if not their neighbor’s own song, or their love’s own song? Even their own song? I don’t know why I drew headphones on him. Just curious about the songs that move people, the songs that even move weirdo Birdos.
What moves you to sing and even dance? I have a whole playlist of 6+ hours of songs that I listen to while in the kitchen, which I made a few years ago and realized it was my music sanctuary. Not just in the kitchen but just dealing with my life back then. Here I am though. Still self discovering.
Here it is! If you care to know what this birdo listens to:



I don’t believe I showed off this birdo yet. It’s a card!