This one is definitely in the series of Princesses who are blockade runners. I am grateful to have among my friends Queens who understand well the magic of Glamour, and don’t allow the world to stop them from using it.
My Uncle Cap’s memorial service was today, I got to share memories with my aunt and beloved cousins.
I never took to sailing, but Cap loved boats and being on the water as did his father, and my cousins and brothers. None of us live there now but we were all marked by time spent on Narragansett Bay.
I finally really learned how to tie a bowline knot just a couple of days before the memorial service, and I will surely never tie one again without thinking of Uncle Cap and of my Granddaddy.
This morning as I scan it, this painting looks cheery and playful. Yet last night I felt frustrated and dismissive the whole time I worked on it. Maybe some of my inner critics have found ways of sneaking out of the room they’re supposed to stay in, so they can pursue their insidious mission of making sure I understand that Art is Worthless if it’s not Serious.
I’ll try to keep a better watch out today. I don’t want to do without my studio playtime. And I will stop if it is no longer joy full, I know this about myself.
So the nights of 2021 will not get any longer now that we’ve crossed the Solstice. Brighter blessings to all.
I did some more painting. Here it is now.
maybe I’ll add some watercolor to this later, who knows.
goopy drippy buddies
things grow through the cracks of broken concrete
sometimes when I get to the end of the day my brain just isn’t very organized. It can be vexing.
What do I even understand about balance?