. It felt good to get some more artwork up and off the floor.
. creating a little meditation space/ altar for myself. I need it. Remembering the importance of my love language of space and honouring it.
. stumbled onto a site that had bears rescued from bile farms and had a good cathartic cry
. I may destroy you is one of the best shows illustrating what women deal with all the fucking time.
. Talking with my friend Cat today about the last few months and she said all the “I am so organized” and “I am working out every day” and “ I needed this time” is making her feel like she failed her pandemic and isn’t that just the perfect sentence. “I failed my pandemic.” Like we are supposed to take lemons and make lemonade out of every single fucking thing.
. watched Sonya Renee Taylor’s live about how her community paid off her student loans and the trust that was involved in that and it was so beautiful and I am glad to be a part of it. I had to send my contribution to the person who was making the payments cause the system didn’t accept my canadian credit card and I didn’t think twice about it. Because SRT has built a community I get and understand and I feel the same about mine. No one would fuck someone over with a donation. proud of that.
. “My old friend, the owner of a new boat, stops by to ask me to fish with him. and i say I will - both of us knowing that we may never get around to it, it may be years before we’re both idle again on the same day. but we make a plan, anyhow. in honour of friendship and the find spring weather and the new boat and our sudden thought of the water shining under the morning fog.” ~ The Plan from Peace of Wild Things by wendell Berry. This got me.
. i am always so nervous about new work and it is always wildly received and i need to work on that in therapy
. the days are getting shorter already. It’s too soon.
*photo by @sammijefcoate (one of my fave fashion accounts)