when the news of the day fills me with so much rage, guilt and despair, how can I keep believing and working toward that which heals and brings life and joy? hope is an act of will.

river of smoke in the mountains of clouds

Very tired. Resting and recharging with colors.

Per Hannah Zahn, “Cracking Open a Cold Beer After Mowing The lawn”…that works, too! 🙂

nebulous worries wending through the weeds

Or, as Hannah Zahn would have it, “Dirt up my nose from mowing dry grass”. She’s a landscape gardener, so she would know.

I’m not sure why herons and cattails crop up for me so often. They have a stillness, an alertness, a feeling of a time before there were humans mucking about on the planet…

Also, I just put some coloring page downloads in my Etsy shop – there’s a link on the “shop” tab, or use this here link to go see

https://www.etsy.com/shop/Ayespider?ref=seller-platform-mcnav

patterns of disturbance in the flow

From Hanna Zahn: “Hunger Pangs”

red eye herrings swimming in the woods

Hanna Zahn: “Attention span after lunch” 🙂

I met some beautiful beings by the path up the mountain this morning. It was a day of pinkness.

idealized object of affection