These are the things that occupied the day.
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Apple pie
Ginger tea
Cactus sticks
Acrylic drip
Colors marry
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I went through several old notebooks and found a few drawings I’d forgotten all about. It’s interesting going through those books to see how I’ve progressed, slipped, stood still and moved forward with my art. It is undeniably art therapy for me to sketch, draw and paint. It’s probably one of the healthiest things I can do for anger issues right now.
What I discovered is a whole host of artwork by Robert, Morton and Joan. It’s clearly very different from what some are used to seeing but I think its really neat.
It’s going to be a good day.
I’ve got $15 bucks to my name until what feels like the end of time
But that doesn’t change that today is a good day.
I’ve got piles of laundry
A sink full of dishes
Swollen ankles on legs that wobble like vintage egg toys, but
They’ll carry me through this good day.
Several years ago I said I wasn’t sorry that my mother grew up the way she did. I said that I’m not sorry her family hurt her but I’m sorry she chose to hurt me. I’d like to change my view a bit.
I’m sorry that my great-grandmother abused my grandmother. I’m sorry that my grandmother frightened and harmed my mother. I’m sorry that my mother had to grow up with a dominating mother and a weak father. I’m sorry that the line she was born into was so harsh and cold.
Sweet, sweet Gardenia why won’t you smile?
The earth offers the power of blossoms as the
Heavens exhale in color.
Sweet, sweet Gardenia, why won’t you open your eyes?
Crumbling soul, child of despair
Please I say, open your eyes.
The painting for this poem can be found on my art site: Sweet Gardenia
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From time to time I log on the net and see something that touches home and is right on time for me. Such a thing too place the other day on Redbubble when I stumbled across a painting by Kit Scott who wrote the following beside her painting called Sun and Shadow:
Ever stop looking into the future, so overwhelmed by the present or past you couldn’t deal with possibilities, too?
I have. When you take back your life, when you turn to the horizon, it is terrible and it is beautiful, and it is worth the fear to have the possibilities again.
Sun and Shadow by Kit Scott
I would cheapen the painting and her words by saying any more. Thank you Kit for permission to post your painting and for your timely words.
fma
Have you ever seen something so exquisite you didn’t want to touch it for fear of spoiling it, but you had to? How could you not?
Have you ever run your fingers across something so beautiful you could feel just a tiny bit of electricity flow through your very being and nearly lift you off your stale, dry and dusty path?
Have you ever held it in your hands knowing once you build courage
And once you let yourself go
You and exquisite will fuse?
I’ve seen it
Touched it and
Was inspired to meld.
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