Title: The Day I Forgot to Believe I was Bad, the Flowers Rose Up Out of Me Like Ghosts.

24" x24" on wood, Acrylic, mixed media

Day 5, I finally got to paint. This is what came of my studio time today. I thought I was just going to post my painting and not actually talk, but now that doesn't feel right.

As far as my painting goes, right now it's a little hard to put words to, other than what its title says. I could talk about the technical aspects of it, but I'm not sure how to technologize sitting in front of a board with paints and letting what's inside come out.

I am processing a lot of things.

There are things happening within me on both physical and emotional fronts right now, and I'm working to sort these things out. About as open as I can be is to share my art. So for today this is what I have to share.

In many (many) ways I'm feeling the best I've ever felt, but in others...hard stuff.

Sometimes a rest is good.

I can envision sitting around a crackling fire with bits of light conversation, but mostly that deep inward gaze a long day of hiking in the woods can bring you to, come nightfall.

Did you see it? The company I'm with is quiet, but I'm not alone anymore.

We're all on our own journeys even if we're on the same trail. We're all hiking our own hike, as they say.

I'm good with that.

My load has been heavy. My back is really aching and I just need to sit with myself in this circle of friends.

How about you? How's your week been? I'm quiet, but I can listen. I like listening.

As far as the plan goes: Today is Friday in my world and the traditional work week is coming to a close. That doesn't mean I won't be showing up on the weekends. But, it also means I might take some "0" days so I can keep steady for the next two years...and forever.

Let's see if I can stay away, now that I've started.

I wholeheartedly love showing up.

Who ever knew, huh?