5 AM. birds are doing the group chanting thing and I am working here too.
I am slowly unboxing paints, brushes, scraps of paper, rulers, erasers…and lots more. I have emotional attachment to every one of these items that have made it across the Pacific and Atlantic. Some have crossed the big ocean more than three times depending on its country of origin.
This is good for me, my friends. I have missed my art belongings for so long. This process is emotional–being reunited with the ones held in hostage in two and a half years. Now they are coming back home.
I have lots of anxiety these days.
I am super tired and sleep deprived.
From every corner of my sight, cluttered desk, unpicked up toys and piles of dishes yell at me but somehow the only way to calm me down is disengaging from house related work and be unproductive.
So I just spent a few minutes coloring my wisteria–
I never really paid attention to this color group until recently when Hope started favoring it. I expected there will come a day when she will start liking pink everything but I was surprised when it was purple instead of pink.
Then I started noticing this color everywhere.
That’s what love does to you.
It changes how you see the world.