Friday, October 21, 2011


Lately, my heart has been brimming with love. Not romantic love, but the kind of love you feel for your family and friends. And I seem to feel it for everyone. Everyone is a worthy creature, deserving of kindness and genuine smiles and affection. My chest feels open and light, like an atrium in a sparkling morning. Light, air, and a warm echo, beckoning to me. Everything resonates within me now, and feels wonderful. It's made me a much happier person. Overwhelmed by love and deep rooted happiness.

I felt like this back when I was in high school, I remember. I had sad feelings, but they didn't seem to matter and certainly weren't things you mentioned to others outside your family. Not sure what happened, but I think someone told me not to "suppress my emotions" and I was kind of made to speak out my negative emotions. In retrospect, a bad plan. I voiced them to my family, expressed them in my art--it was none of his business who I shared me emotions with.

But here I am again, feeling the freeness of spirit.

I think I want to attribute it to my new job. I got a job at a company I've wanted to work at pretty much forever. It's amazing. I feel so blessed and lucky to be there. Everyone is fun and pleasant and kind to me. How can I be unhappy there? I can't. It's exactly what I wanted and needed. Money problems, gone. Insurance woes, vanished. Company of understanding friends, achieved.

No wonder I see the world in hues of gold and pink now.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The precipice

Having only graduated from something once before in my life, I am not very experienced at it, and the last time I did was 6 years ago, so I have forgotten pretty much everything. Luckily, I don't have to do much but wear a silly gown and a square hat, walk across a stage, shake a hand, and look pretty.

It's the after.

It's always the after.

I know you're supposed to start working and be an adult. But THAT is something I have never done before. Nor have I done this no-school thing, either. Not going back at the end of a summer? WEIRD. Almost panic worthy.

Not much else to say other than I'm a bit worried about what I'll do with myself (I mean, all I want to do is draw all day, but that doesn't get me fed).

Monday, February 07, 2011


Some thing's I really like.

The band Stars

Actual stars

The web-comic Bad Machinery

Twice looped studded belts

Wind chimes

Light through glass or crystal

A fresh pillowcase