It also was not that big but teeny tiny, like snails be. Oh it was moving its way around the pot!
Snail on my Rosemary
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Cranes instead of Storks? Why not?
I wanted to make a card for a friend who is having a baby, and something to give because that’s what I do..but I didn’t want to do the typical stork, I wanted to draw a more graceful bird. And I went with a crane.
And cranes are symbols of good fortune and longevity. And perhaps an origami crane for the little one as well? Ugh why so thoughtful? Why
I’ll probably decide to just chunk it.
I could be a graceful crane. Instead of flying to everyone and delivering babies, delivering love and appreciation.
Okay, I think I found my calling in life…the crane life. ❤️
I Create Love (Mush)
In my yoga practice today we had to fill in the mantra I Create…now, as an artist of doodles (a doodler if you will) I could have filled in just about anything that is creative. I’m always creating, mostly creating imaginary scenarios…ugh..
But I went with what popped up first, developing intuition and all, so that was it. But it is befitting because I do create love. I think that anyone who has received a card(s) from me has felt some sort of love and appreciation. And I make them all personal in some way. And what is art if it isn’t a vulnerable side, state of you that stems from love? As hard as it is to show that side…I think I show it all the time really!
Well, I’m going to keep repeating my mantra tonight. Mostly to myself, and for myself assuredly.
And another half head coffee cup to end the evening.
Cup Of Shame
Hiding in my cup of shame today.
I am no good today. Just want to hide for good.
Why is it that there are certain people in your life who can tear you down just when you are starting to feel better, to discover for once in your life that you are not trash? That you are treasure! Hah, I am a treasure not trash? Maybe?
But maybe you are the trash. Seems like everyone else believes it too.
Is there some way to keep the controlling manipulative people out of your life? I’d like to know… because it’s not just leaving, they will keep finding you. Keep finding your friends, your coworkers, everyone in your life to let everyone know you are trash. When you know that you’re not. But it doesn’t matter when you are quiet and keep to yourself. It doesn’t matter.
If you want to know what it’s like to be alone in life, have a bully in your life who will take every ounce of worth that you have in your body. Then you’ll know what it’s like to be all alone in this world. To feel like trash.
Because it doesn’t matter who you are. If you are a good person or not. It doesn’t matter. Because if they think you are trash then they will make sure everyone else believes it too.
So I’ll hide in my cup of shame today. Maybe forever.
I Just Want to Hide, Okay?
I really dig the idea of the half head in the coffee cup. Sort of half awake, half there, the idea of being a little there but not really. Wanting to be seen, but also wanting to be unseen. Wanting to be visible, but also invisible. Wanting to get to know others, but also want to be safe and secure in my bubble ( of coffee) away from everyone. Does everyone battle these polarities?
I wonder when I’ll finally make them complete.
Oh,
Oh, just creeping around the corner to let you know I’m still here, just being weird and sad lately. Times call you to go inward and reflect on certain things. Certain actions, or patterns you keep seeing turn up in your life. Knowing you can change just by stepping back and thinking. Thinkin’ about things. Thinkin’ ’bout thungs. Thunkin’ ‘boot t’ings. You know, personally I feel intense lately and got to feel it out.
By goin’ on a walk about? …find out, what it’s all about!
Hahaha who knows that song?
Carnation Sketch
I don’t do many flower doodles. I guess I like to doodle stuff with a face. Or if I can put a face on it I’ll doodle it. And any time I put eyes on a flower it just takes the essence of flowers away. I don’t think plants need faces. Trees especially. They have a quality about them that sees everything, knows more than we know and doesn’t need a face. If that makes sense…
Crappy is the carnation that gets drawn by me. Quick little stupid sketch.
Feeling the UGHS of my life lately…
Half Head Floating in Coffee Cup
Half hiding, half awake. Hoping against hope I’ll be okay!
Oh no, more 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.
This Birdo is Dancing in the Rain
Dance, I tells ya. Dance! Even when it’s raining!
Life is always going to be messy. Total chaos and sadness!
I watched a movie recently where it’s set in a small town by the sea, and everyone is effected by this love letter that was left lying around a bookstore. And people keep finding it and thinking someone wrote it for them. Eventually you find out in the end who wrote it, but it’s an adorable film (adapted by a book by the same title, the Love Letter by Catheline Schine). I just thought the line that the character played by Tom Selleck (spelled his name right?) let me see if I can paraphrase:
Helen: Can you forgive me?
George: Forgive you for what? For being human?
Messy, fucked up…that’s the good stuff, Helen.
I think everyone in the town is living, loving all because of this letter. And messing it all up in the process.
I’m truly dumb. In the heart. But I wish I owned my own bookstore or worked at one.
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