I don’t know why but this pizza looks more like Edward Norton than it does my self. Oh well, here’s Self-Portrait as Pizza for your Monday!
Self-Portrait as Pizza!
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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.
Take Flight
Shrouded in Doubt
Or existential dread.
I think if you have one you have the other.
But what if he’s just suffering from a stomach ache? Head ache? Or he’s just out in the rain wondering about life? There is doubt in what he’s actually even doing. So he’s shrouded in doubt and we’re in doubt to what is actually going on. And what’s inside this man’s head. We’re even starting to contemplate the meaning of his own existence too. Hell, even our own existence is quite as meaningless as this doodle head.
So who really has the existential dread here? He might be pondering what’s that over yonder? Now I’m wondering what’s he looking at if he’s not deep in thought?
Oh we’re in a spiral of wondering …best stop. I think he’s out in the rain and is cold and looking up at what I just wrote and telling me stop worrying about it, it’s meaningless. All of this meaninglessness!
It’s the dread.
I Have No Brains, Only Heart
And I had to do half head. Can’t speak, no words, but loves like no other. Tragic. I mean, all the words left unsaid. Mush brains will do that. It’s so hard sometimes…
Foxy Valentine
Not much foxy going on, by the looks of him he looks more doggish than foxish. And nothing “foxy” here, just another mushy Valentine.
Heart and Strings
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!
-CM
Sukhasana Sloth 🦥
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.
Visited by a Hawk
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.
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!!
He even made a small shriek sound in the rafters.
Here to be quiet, but wanted to say Hi
Not sure when I transitioned to sloths, but here we are. Slothing it up.
Hi.
Moving slow, it’s Monday morning, as sloths do.
Code Mush 