January 5th is now Dancing Crane Day!
Cranes, particularly whooping cranes, migrate to Texas every year, so a dancing crane in January wouldn’t be considered abnormal at all around here…
Dance today as awkwardly as a long necked, long legged crane!
May yours too, but in a good way. Not the scolding hot liquid way.
I would like to say I didn’t choose puddles, the puddles chose me. And their reflections that you see, normally I wouldn’t really notice much walking by, but for some reason in the evening they reflect the trees and the sky in a forlorn way. Almost like they are looking at me, through me. Saying goodbye, but for now. We’ll be back. I don’t know, but the ones this evening really do reflect a gloomy presence.
Goodbye 2024. I hope that 2025 is going to be good for everyone.
It’s New Year’s Eve and here is weirdo birdo getting ready to celebrate!
Aaaaaahnhh, Happy New Year!
Just my usual wanderings around with my camera! There were some very strong storms today that lasted a few hours, and around evening time the skies began to clear and I felt myself stirring. I was in my usual gloom and doom mood, so I got myself out on a walk which usually helps. And I saw a crane! (of course he was moving too fast for me to capture it) and I forgot, this is the crane life! I was supposed to embody the crane this year. Crane Power! Perhaps I did, but was expecting results, like something great to happen. But I guess in small bursts. I think something did change though. But it’s usually the kinds of changes that one cannot describe. Maybe they are reflected in these puddles.
Tiny doodle drawings in your journal.
Sipping coffee in the evening, what will happen? A panic attack in the middle of the night? Sounds like it!
I drink coffee at night a lot since I work one night shift a week. It’s a weird middle of the week night shift that my body has grown accustomed to. It’s a night where panic ensues, constantly, a race against time. And as I get older I hear more of my bones creaking and moaning more as I race against the clock. I slipped on a blueberry last year and my knee has never been the same. I fear the doctor to tell me it’s nerve or permanent damage…I can’t be having a bum knee. Nope. Not as fast as I move. Has it slowed me down? No, but it still hurts.
I love this song quote by Waxahachie, ” I awkwardly move at the speed of light” and that is so me when I’m working. And in any social situations, every situation…what am I saying. I may run away faster than you can say Hello.
“You say Hello and I say Goodbye” woops! it’s the other way around in that Beatles song.
Here is a dumb doodle comic I’m working on. I think I can do more with half head. Like make doodles where they are trying real hard to get out there. This is one of them. I love this because it’s a bit me. If there is someone I admire or want in my life, no matter how hard it is for me to speak up, I’ll make the effort however way I can..usually it’s with gifts, doodles, and just awkwardly trying to speak and think of things that they would like when I see them…yep.
It was a rainy day Saturday, followed by the densest foggy night. And I felt a sense of foreboding, and also an awakening perhaps, the way fog always seems to be conveyed in books and films. And to witness the full moon under that fog was beautiful! It would wisp in and out of the fog!
But really, this is about Japanese Maples because come on…they’re brilliant at letting go their leaves, so majestically and beautifully. Tellement triste, pourtant tellement beau. Just as with all endings they be. The lettings be…
I’m so glad I captured them before they were to lay in their slumber until spring!
Yes, this is the time of year to let go. To look back at the year and reflect. Ahh, reflection…
And I’ve already gotten a new journal! Funny how I just keep on keepin’ on …
Letting go is a hard concept for my stupid little heart. I’ll hold on to something that’s not even mine to begin with. In hopes that what I feel and dream will somehow make it come true.
Fog surrounded me in a swirl of delusional idealizations…the fog lifts. I am struck with the pain that I have not learned anything about life thus far …
And here is a severed hand doodle I haven’t drawn in quite a while. I hold on so tightly that I don’t even realize I’ve gone and ripped my arm off.
My mom sent me this meditation message from an online mediation group she is in and this was in the message. How much it resonates at this time of year.
Or any time really when you’re struggling with remaining or letting go …
How easy it is to say in your mind, how very hard to let the strings of your heart detach and let go… because you know they will break. But you’ve been here before so it’s nothing a mushy heart can’t handle!
I do enjoy making these, and to me homemade gifts are special. Especially mushy!
I’m writing to inform you the clouds are dispersing, I think, so time to get cracking on code mush cards. I have a lot to give out this year, plus I want to add an origami to each one. I’m still working on my paper star, as the cheap origami paper just isn’t cutting it. So I think cutting strips of thick wrapping paper might work better. But the easy Santas actually look a little mushier than a star so who knows..depending on how busy I get Santas might have to do!
I also got to spend some time looking at an artist I’ve always admired, the late George Rodrigue this weekend! At the Longview Museum of Fine Arts! You might be familiar with the blue dog paintings that you may have seen, especially in the 90s and early 2000’s.
I love this quote by him that was in the exhibit:
“In art the more personal you are, the better you become.”
And also another quote by Rodrigue:
“If you paint to please the public or a critic, you’ll never paint anything lasting, anything real, or anything your own.”
Code Mush 