personal musings may become a new expression on my blog… although i am uncertain if i can keep anything going strong, and should my stamina last longer than a day… black ribbons of death long to bind my mind… gold leaves, my refugee… but,
perhaps if i deliberately live, as i made a promise to…
so there is one week left before we move to our new home… and miraculously we have offers to purchase, on our other two houses…
i once sat on a lonely mountain, wondering if i could be shot to the moon and witness happiness… sailing the evening stars… brightly hanging as a moonbeam to illuminate humanity… stuck in depression, wracked with anxiety, pacing the wood floors, imprisoned behind padded walls of white…
nothing shines in starkness…
did i mention i am getting a piano… going to learn a new skill… wonder if it will help my writing… oh! the thrill to open my box of paints. again!
calm down, beating heart. your building a crescendo. time comes on it’s own terms and your rushing matters, weaves black ribbons amongst gold leaves.
until we meet again… 💜🕊j
Hooray a piano!!
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IKR!!
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And sorry we never were able to connect in Bloomington. Loving your b&w painting at the moment. Lovely.
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It is okay about not meeting. I played a part in that too. Yeah, I am having fun with the monochrome paintings. Cranking them out. By the end of my day, I start to nail it, all painterly. Then must stop. Next day, I end up warming up, getting to the same result, once again at the end my day, ad infinitum…..
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Good luck on the move, I know how stressful that can be. I love that paragraph o the mountain. It was a great piece of writing,. Wishing you all the best.
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Thanks Drew. All should go well…
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How wonderful to hear your plans, J! Best wishes for achieving each one of them 👍
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Thanks V. Appreciate the support, always. ☀️
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