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| Mowed Tall Grass & Weeds |
There's no stopping time moving on as we are well into January 2023. Today is Hot Tea Day. A good cuppa with some thoughts about how the future is looking feels good in comparison to the blush of hopefulness on New Year's Day.
Grief takes over life like time, no stopping it. The days absorb sorrow as our hearts adjust. Feeling on an more even keel, after thinking so much on where I am in life, my own mortality, some areas feel clearer.
I'm old.
A foreshortened future is like doing spring cleaning in November. Option adjustments aside, the drag of wondering how long I have can be put on a shelf.
Creative pursuits are uplifting.
During cleaning, I found one of those inexpensive canvases I bought last month unopened. In December I was painting. At a point, my focus went into a slump. I put the canvas on the easel...cleaning more...need place for a drawing that fell off the easel top...painter's tape fatigue...place it in front of canvas...and sketch on the plastic an idea for an astract from the drawing glued to the canvas surface.
As a kid, we had picnics in tall grassy fields that left flatten spaces like deer beds. The mowed down tall grasses and weeds remind me that our life is in the same environment. Looking back at 2023 day one...Weather changes. We change.
Life is as abstract as it is real.
