i love this recent painting. it doesn’t happen with all paintings, but this one was hard to part with. maybe it’s her hair. or the handwriting. or the birdie. i don’t know, really, why i’m called to her, but i am.
i’m in a funny phase this week. i think i’ve had so much movement in my life these last few weeks, that i’m having a hard time settling. there is a vague sense of not really being present that is a bit unnerving, like i’m just going along with the motions. moving from one trip to the next, one event to the next, one project to the next. and the element of not feeling 100% well has me feeling restless, but i suppose it’s also a much needed gift forcing me to slooowww down. it always happens that way. the body is its own best compass. which then leads to a heart re-calibration, too. funny how that works.
so yes, that’s where i am. a little dull. a little vacant. a lot of quiet. a bit slow. getting some physical rest while waiting for my brain to catch up and turn itself down a notch.
my whispers lately are saying:
get to the gym.
stop the crack. i mean sugar.
paint everyday or at least every other.
embrace, embrace, embrace while at the same time, let it go, let it go, let it go.
it’s a tricky life, no?