Because that’s what you want floating in your coffee.
And by the way, how large does this coffee cup have to be in order for a heron to fit in it? If we were really using actual scales and if it were real?
I need to work on my heron doodles.
He’s really got a penchant for the black bubbling brew…
Of course I would incorporate a heron in my birthday card this year. I wouldn’t expect anything else. Or anything more..
Let me tell you, the year went by fast yet I grew like it was decades ago and I mean I grew tremendously. In ways I didn’t think I could. It almost feels a mourning phase, or something. So many shedding and letting go of the old versions of myself…
First letting go of the life I wanted when I was married. That in itself was a shattering death blow. So many mistakes I had to confront, so much accountability I had to accept..and we divorced two years ago. But the grief had hit me hardest this year. Because I had to face myself. I had to look at my kids and see the pain I caused and the new routines, not wanting to accept it..the wall that’s been built knowing there is a separate life they lead wth their Dad I do not share. It hurts, I want to be there to share it. But I relish when they return and tell me the things they did and the relationship with their Dad is stronger and more secure because he’s happier..that’s all that matters. That something good did come out of the mess we made.
But sometimes the tears just flow, the emotions just can’t be contained anymore. I hope for the best every day. His birthday is the day after mine and I’m so used to not really caring about mine but celebrating his. So I still do but quietly. And I’ll get to hope that it’s better. That he’s better and I didn’t ruin his life.
I didn’t ruin everyone’s life. I hope everything gets better. Too much pain in this world and I sometimes take it in too much… ugh.
Well it better be a good year. More weirdo birdos. More mushy doodles. More killer playlists..maybe a social life ? Hah, I’m good being obscure. The quiet unassuming mushiest person is fine. I’m happiest that way.
Because you need Heron Power!
Just beware, he’ll take your coffee…
Here are some doodles from Sunday, because Mother’s Day was actually great. I spent time with family, and especially my boys. We picked dew berries, walked the same roads I would walk as a kid, I took in all the changes because whoa…life. It wasn’t as guilt ridden as I was dreading. There were no grand gestures or big dinners/brunch or anything, just the kind of quiet, slow kind of day that I can soak in everything without rushing, doing, trying so hard and my kids actually didn’t mind me making them do the things! We unplugged so there are no pictures. But we need to unplug and connect with people around us. It’s imperative!! Do it now!!! I wish, I wish I could go back to many years from now and relive my life and not make the mistakes that I had made but as the song goes,
“I wish that I knew what I know now when I was younger”
I live with that on my mind a lot. But it’s all part of something else, some other plan,
but as of now I sit waiting, learning, grieving, giving, doodling, writing my pseudo wisdom. I have yet more to learn.
To all Mom’s on Earth. Happy Mother’s Day.
I don’t really like these doodles, the bird is too big and the little blobs look like hamsters to me. Oh well, here you go. I normally feel mushy and want to write something sweet but I don’t feel like it. I feel sort of guilty, this holiday is set out for moms which is great! but I don’t feel like I’m that great of a mom to deserve it. Or that great of a daughter to my mom either. I feel I should be doing more, and I don’t because I’m tired or stressed or guilty for not doing everything. Ugh
A blob sitting comfortably in coffee mug.
A blob in a mug of ughs.
I do declare saying Ugh a million times a day is my coping mechanism for everything. That and sitting in coffee!
I just like drawing the same things. It’s also a coping mechanism.
Hi, Pierre
On multiple occasions I’ve caught a raccoon climbing out of a tree to steal baguettes out of the dumpster. Sometimes full, sometimes half loaves of baguettes. I’m almost convinced someone is purposely leaving them for him! So we named him Pierre, he has exquisite taste. As all French do…I’m going to leave him a glass of bourdeux next time.
Even if it’s not
Blobs in journal.
I feel like a blob lately. Honestly writing seems too much for this blob lately, so just half assed doodles will do.
It’s been a while since I’ve doodled a mush brain. A brain that lately has been mush. Oh well, that’s actually 90 % of the time. A brain certainly downtrodden.
I remind myself I’m going to make it anyway.
Code Mush 