[eta: every Thanksgiving season I seem to linger over deep appreciation for my grandmother Pearl's lasting and largely positive influence. Today I'm bringing back a post about one of her small crib quilts.]
A lucky blur of a totally inadvertent sky capture through my dining room window at 12:30 a.m. this morning. The swelling moon is beyond the scrim of clouds on the left. Also love the uplit burst of illumination caused by massive floodlights at the barn across the road. Foxes are afoot. In some kind of migration to locate "better" birthing dens where there's less human proximity. This is the best guess of a friend who knows foxes the way I know their larger cousins the yotes. During this time of year the latter recede into deeper woods and other reclusive stalking grounds. The foxes quite promptly expand their summer territories accordingly.
As soon as I saw the image above on my phone i started picking paint colors for both acrylics and watercolors. Am making a point to have fun in my current sketchbook at least three times a week so this will be a good working inspiration on many fronts.
A few days back I had the brain storm to limit the scope of my card readings to something simple and standard: where do I need to go next creatively? Previously I meant that but asked the wrong and far more expansive question: how do I synthesize everything cogently? The cards I pulled routinely included a sizeable number of major arcana that were clearly related to everything-everything. It was overwhelming to try to translate that back into a response to the answer I meant to be asking.
Above: I follow the practice of pulling three cards for the outcome position if the first two are minor cards. Below: The reading had just one major after months of anywhere from 4 to 7.
My streak of 'always' having this card brought to my attention continues. In this context it's confirmation of something I felt it was important to expand despite the tweaking of contraction it will mean in other places.
Next Thursday heralds the official beginning of second chakra deep dive contemplation. That means our color based explorations will relate to the color ORANGE.
The second/sacral chakra corresponds to the element of water. Common human relational associations include:
Change Movement Flow
Sensation Pleasure Emotion
Need Desire Sexuality
The sacral center's chief operating force is the attraction of opposites
WELL. Since we've all been forced to live in Opposite World for far too long to keep our sense of foundational support vibrant and fully functioning-----what oh what are we to make of the utter mishmash going on collectively as well as more privately in the arenas suggested by the categories listed above?
We are going to make Orange-ness of course!! In a couple days I'll begin posting with prompts you customize by choosing a small selection of the most personally relevant categories. What you make will be amplified by however you choose to answer the question I asked. There's a broad scope of DEEP water involved with the organically fluid nature of our sacral center. Much of what we may encounter there - especially in today's world of degrading the sacred and elemental natures of our individual and collective humanity - may prove far from pretty. But one of the rudimentary powers of ORANGE is that it's a very powerful mood elevator.
I am not personally done with RED in that I wanted to complete and share my Red Root endeavor. I just haven't felt very rooted at all. So I may wind up sharing a sketch - possibly done in oil pastel - rather than the paint and collage rendering I have in my mind's eye. Because I do want to get at least as far as manifesting a sense of my personal survival root in a relatively glowing and love-infused form.
Note: This particular 'blank space' sensation may be easier to re-imagine as time goes on for ever so many reasons. If you wanted to do that exercise but haven't been able to get it going try a very basic simple lined sketch or three.
Further Note: If you're new to sketching or simply don't do it very often mainly because you think you "aren't good enough" at it -- try to successfully encourage yourself to make three sketches of the same idea or reference material in one go.
I look so much like my mother in this picture it's ridiculous. Additionaly I'm pretty sure this is what I look like most of the time up here in the studio. Maybe also plenty of other places even/especially when somebody's trying to talk to me about something else.
All of which suggests writing's going well. Am currently working on a lot of interstitial connective tissue sort of segments. It's more technical on some levels as well as a lot more challenging in others. I suck on the inside of my bottom lip a lot when I'm thinking. Did somebody mention thinking?
[note. end of second line should read that SHE'LL go off about. Pride IN rather than from in the third graph etc.]
Carter's parents were raised together. Their mothers were best friends boomers who thought if you put kids where you could visually keep track of them you could otherwise 'safely' overlook them in favor of your own socialization needs. Hence Vic taught her to read when she was four then encouraged her to keep it a secret until she was meant to begin learning in first grade. And so forth. When Jessie was 7 her parents died in a car crash and she was adopted by Vic's parents. They were both told they were now brother and sister. This became a problematic household edict once they were in their mid and later teens respectively.
Hence Carter. And now a few decades later, beginning to learn what it might mean to become a couple together during a very different season of their life.
The heart to heart above takes place on a road trip just prior to the official start of Northeast's hunkering season in very early March. In part the trip is designed to meet Carter's new guy who's both quite similar and very different from him.
Below Jessie gets to know her soon-to-be son in law (none of them realize this yet) by learning a bit more about what it means when he says he's not a morning person. [there's a context for the Fallujah remark. He's the one that 'mentioned' the topic - to himself.]
One of my most vehemently entitled to 'call it like I see it' email trolls gets really bent out of shape whenever I post these snippets. Don't I realize my idea of "writing" is strictly draft quality work? And such dross that I mistake for "work" often contains typos and grammatical errors?
I could? But why bother.
hope all the other uber-weary stateside peeps who read here are having themselves a bit of a kickback holiday weekend despite the low-key disembodied nature of many families' time this year. I feel plenty of gratitude for plenty of things. And have more than enough of everything I love as well as what I need.
Plus the best possible good fortune: to have my adult son right here for this particular holiday and those in the foreseeable future. We are so much MOST grateful for his return to good health. Although a lot rests on his ability to stay healthy and the six month check-up to see if that's happening.
even within that caveat. living with him well enough to make jokes, climb the stairs to the studio so that we might spend more time just the two of us (and the cat of course) talking together. Having him well enough that I feel at liberty to mother-harass him into picking out a new winter jacket and some decent winter socks, asking him more complicated questions about his various political takes and concerns and of course the all important maternal let's-get-some-of-these-empty-juice-bottles-off-the-floor kind of thing.
that's A LOT at a time like this ...