Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Day 79

I remember deciding I was tired of microscopes and was really an artist anyway. It was raining, hard. It was some time mid-March. I don't know the date. Aubrey was born four months later.

I wrote this fairly long blog about how I was going through some difficult personal stuff.
Isn't everybody? So I voted no.
What I'm dealing with is challenging, but not disastrous. It's human stuff. It's the somethings that always are.
I'm not going to write about it here. Later on, when it ages a little and if I glean something useful from it, I will.
I'll work it out in the work. I'll do my best to be part of the solution within my reach, and will not worry about the rest. I'll try not to anyway.
It's difficult not to look at the world and it's difficult not to worry. But I learn. The more I learn, the less I worry. It used to be the other way around. Somewhere, I turned a corner.
I finished another wedding piece today. I played Tak II with Orion. And tag.

.Now is for reading, then sleep. Sleep is good.


mordicai said...

We didn't have a cake when we got married-- I don't like sweets-- but man, poppet topper is a brilliant idea.

yemamaya said...

Don't we all have our own 'somethings', indeed? I just wanted to say that I love your work. It reminded me, or made me feel, that I've lost something along the way. Or, if Im lucky, I just misplaced it, under all mundane 'importancies' of last decades.And same goes for your blog.
I promised myself that as soon as I 'm out of this mess I'm in, I'll reward myself with one of the Poppets. Gives me something to look forward to. And reminds me of little blessings that kick my behind out of today into tomorrow. Thank you.

yemamaya said...

And I have to add to previous post: Poppets seem to have migrated into my dream, too. Last night I dreamt of them. Sweet, but little disturbing.As Poppets are supposed to be.