Another Friday, more tiny things, and so much appreciation that you are here and make
space for this little missive of thoughts and findings along the path of living. The year is winding down, I'm getting contemplative of what is here now and what wants to become. None of it settled, none of it formed, but like this foggy morning I see out of my window, I know there is beauty there. I'll share when I know more.
Please enjoy this weeks things. I hope they bring a smile, maybe provoke a thought or two.
1. Old women are the best. Let's all sing and dance in our kitchens, ok? Being old and female not required.
2. When men are asked what their favorite flower is. I found this thread so charming. Except for, you know, the unfortunately to be expected troll nonsense. There is
not too much though. We loose so much when our human traits are divided into masculine and feminine and then assigned to gender.
3. I am building my courage around making "bad art". In service to creative practice, in service to self expression, in service to fun, in service to the sensual feel of making, in service to art and creativity as life force, in service to nothing except wanting to make marks that mean nothing and everything.
I did some quick impression sketches from some photos. I wasn't interested in accuracy, more wanting to capture shapes and color as a way to connect more with landscape. It sounds kind of artsy and
lofty, but really what I loved about doing these sketches was the feeling and sound of the pastels moving over the paper. Because I loved the feel, I love what came from it, aesthetic merit or not.
Playing
without worrying about results, results in a kind of soul devotion, a kind of nourishment of living.
4. The anniversary of my dad's death was this week, 26
years. It is funny how grief goes. I forget this date is coming every year. Then out of nowhere I feel off, a bit odd, have a weird headache. At some point I look at the calendar and boom, there it is, the day he died. The body knows. The body remembers.
I took a nap. I took some time to look at some old family pictures. There are not a lot of him, he was the one usually holding the camera. I took some time to feel the complexity of the emotions around a completed man and our complicated relationship.
He died at 54, he would be 80 now. I look back into history to see him as he was. See him holding me, small enough to sit in his lap in the front seat of the car, his mechanic hands stained with oil and grime. Dying doesn't make people suddenly enlightened or saints but grief, over time, can heal in ways life never
can.
5.
A blessing for your
week:
(Judgement from the Shadowscape Tarot by Stephanie Pui-Mun Law and Barbara Moore)
May wise discernment guide you, may it bring you release, may it bring you goodness, may it bring you renewal.
Until next time, Sandi
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