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Morning Sketch… with Pear…

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This morning was the first time I sat outside with my sketchbook. I had a pear from a friend and sat on the porch sharing it and thanking my Muses for traveling with me. It felt like a long time since I had picked up the pencil to draw, and last night I actually had a moment of “what if I can’t do it any more”… it’s funny how that self-doubt creeps in.

I’m still unpacking, and am swamped with with work projects, but the sun is shining and I am feeling more settled. I’ve met the local hummingbirds, cardinals, and a woodchuck that reminded me of the White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland. I was taken on hiking trails a few minutes up the road, one has Tiny Free Library just off the path! I almost have my post office combination memorized, and already have 5 books on loan from the library.

Wishing you all of you a day with some joy and light… I found mine already this morning.

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Things I bring with me

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Now that I’ve moved, I notice what has always moved.

The monkey. The desk. The coat rack.

The antique cinnamon-sugar shaker. The cutting board. The rusty knife.

A photo of 3 generations, laughing. More recently, a  painting of a dog.

The blanket chest. The war chest. The awkward dresser.

And me.

Things I have left behind

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Over the years of break-ups and moving ons, I have left behind cracked bowls. Holey jeans. Single socks.

I have left dust bunnies. Stale popcorn. Freezer burned ice cream.

I’ve left behind unloved art. Boring books. Stained pillows.

I have left treasured plants. Generations of chipmunks. Rocks with stories.

Broken hearts. Questions unanswered. Faith. I’ve left those behind as well.

I somehow never leave behind the guilt, the worry, the “what-if.” I carefully package the “it’s my fault” along with flower vases.  The “I’m sorry” tucked in with the wine glasses. The “I’ll be fine” rides along in the passenger seat.

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Everything is okay, but I am moving, to a different town, about a half an hour from where I am now. Each time I have moved, whether with a partner or without, that sense of upheaval takes it’s toll. I’m excited about what’s ahead of me, and yes, eager to unpack art supplies, but there’s always so many things left behind…

Gone Fishin’

…not really, but you may have noticed I have been absent from here… and will be for a while longer… New adventures and new sketches in a few weeks <fingers crossed>…

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Spring is…

… a muddy-footed walk with good company.

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Finally, flowers are starting to blossom, the pussy willows seem blown out already, and my boots are muddy. Must be spring. This was the last page in my sketchbook, one that I had lost for a few years (the first pages of drawings are from 1997-98!)… Crazy to think I was four or five years out of college then…