[Most images are from a yellow/orange/gold color collection journal. The yellow stenciled flower lives in my informal botanical moly. Flower bowl is from last spring.]
Here we are - at long last beyond 2020 if only in the most literal of senses. For me it will always be known as the year my face echoed profound grief as well as the usual aging laws of gravity. This year will stay on and in my face forever I'm alive. It will also stay in my heart. I've had so many personally wonderful and deeply loving experiences this year with humans and many other species. I've felt connected to All That Is as never before. I've cried enough to make up for all the years I did no such thing. I've also laughed so hard my abs ached for days afterwards. In fact I've spent entire days laughing and in the long run that's a very Yellow thing.
On new year's day - as well as my birthday - I love the ceremony of spending time doing things I love and want to incorporate throughout the year. It's really nice to weave this into all the other doings (or vegetating) of the day. I thought I'd share my plans for this particular New Years:
J and I skipped drawing night this week because I fell asleep for a long unplanned nap and didn't wake up until he was coming to bed. Sometime today we'll draw together because it's adding a lot of value and authentic bonding to our lives.
Ditto to all of the above concerning the stir fry that didn't happen last night due to another nap. We want to continue preparing more meals together as well as separately while sharing the prep space and conversating about all manner of things.
More personally:
Create posts on the first day of the month as the colors change.
Sort my seeds properly. Am inspired by Deb Gorr and her doing hers a long time ago but I only noticed the comment yesterday. It will signify ongoing gardening activities. The actual sorting may take me a few days to complete so I also need a space of time to stitch something. Even if I only manage a single modest row of kantha stitches a day. I need to get this activity back into my life on the regular.
Communicate with various kindred souls in some way. Send an email or three to friends who've been in touch over the last week or so. Tend to the present tense, in other words, as it relates to my life in 3-d reality. As opposed to my life sitting where I'm sitting right now typing on a laptop.
Closely connected: I already put in two plus hours tending to my fictionland goal posts. Now we're officially in the On The Clock period when I said I'd be done with a solid draft to send a particular somebody. I said that would happen at the end of the calendar year 2021. Now here I am on day one. Am aware I'm inclined to automatically put myself on some kind of success-failure continuum conveyor belt that's, at best, an unnecessary distraction from immersing in the goal itself.
Time spent staring into space doing absolutely nothing.
Loving on the houseplants.
Painting if only for 15 minutes. Done.
Also need and want to go outside. Have been dealing with a lot of neuro disarray of late and then got into this thing where i didn't want to "hold J back" when he was planning to be outside doing stuff or vigorously completing his repetitive trails rounds for exercise purposes. Am aware all I'd have to do is ask. Didn't feel like asking because I didn't want to feel any more vulnerable than I already did due to a few forms of neuro-disruption.
solar issues, yeah?
So today I'll speak up and ask. Putting it into the mainframe as more of a thing I will do. Think my mantra for the month is going to be:
vulnerability rebuilds strength.