This morning the air had a hint of cool. Instead of grabbing a tank from the endless tank basket, I chose a comfortable shirt, twisted my hair (when did it get so long?) into something between a ponytail and bun and started this day that seems to be the start of more.
Because it is.
For me, the end of summer is significant. Summers are harsh in the desert. My garden is dead. That in itself isn't a problem. I happen to find great beauty in my collection of leafless branches. The "skeletons" of trees can be very sculptural and our yard is about as Addams Family as one can be in Palm Springs. Soon enough, flowers will start to bloom all around us. After Halloween, they'll bloom here too.
Farther out, the world is a scary mess, the US is confused and divided and humans are worried.
I'm one of them. I made this doodle while watching the news from Libya and the death of ambassador Stevens.
Today is shaping up pretty much like the rest of the week. Poppet Planet's orders got way behind thanks to a nasty cold, so I've been working long hours to catch everything up. It's working well so far - poppets seem to be heading out my door in a steady stream and there are only three custom orders. And one mad poppet laboratory that needs some serious maintenance.
But yesterday I swept it aside to make this drawing because it couldn't/wouldn't wait. Neither could the writing to go with it. Sometimes it's just like that. When you gotta draw, you gotta draw. It seems we spend too much energy running from Sadness when we should embrace her. Sadness is a teacher. Everywhere she goes, light follows. I hope you find peace today.