Wizard Portrait #1
August 17, 2023 – I had a lot on my plate since around the second weekend in May, and I feel like a little break may be in order. I may find a new tree somewhere on Saturday to commune with. So many of my calls haven’t happened over the past few weeks that the structure feels broken, but it’s still there. Have a longer-than-I-like list of people who may expect me to reach out to them, and it’s challenging to get into the mode necessary to make that happen.
Learned: that My resilience resembles something from the past, but that I need to be present about body things more often and administer more breaks and therapies for wellness. That dotter got her sh*t together, and she and her husband are being good parents to grandotter. That the airbed I bought years ago and never tried actually works. Peter tested poz for Covid-19, but I am okay. 3+.
Grateful: that dotter got her sh*t together; that I now have a break from the commotion since May and can work on some self-items; that I was able to get Western Union to work and used my stick-to-it-ness to not let things just be unworkable. 3.
Accomplished: Once again, so much. It’s such a long list that the nutshell version is “got through a lot of events.” Made a nice Plum Cake that was a hit, but was also a pleasure to prepare. Painted in front of the refrigerator.
Thinking about: Making AI Self-portraiture a thing for a while, such as the above Wizard image. Getting into habits such as art-making, thought-sharing and exercising. How much I need to keep my feet elevated until this right foot problem slinks away.
I like the sound of this one:
Reading/Listening/Watching right now: I have been watching Pearl Harbor movies like In Harms Way and Tora! Tora! Tora! These are LONG movies and I fall asleep to them. I am not reading anything, but aware of my unread library thanks to Kaileah, who was into touching all the printed things. Been listening to Lila Downs and Astrid Hadad, triggered by a day or two of Agnès Jaoui, whose music is very satisfying.
Seems: like sometimes, you have no choice, like to get through is to go through; like there is a realm of realms we don’t venture to experience.
From before, still seem: like no matter which endeavours I choose, I seem to add a level of complication nobody else would add for design’s sake; like some human-caused calamities are being considered acts of god, and some acts of God are being considered man-made.
Seemings From Before: like I need to be being a particular way that is invisible to me; upon realizing that “I am so loved,” it’s like I DON’T GO THERE; like I get thrown back, pulled back, or pushed back, even though I get there is no back; like low barometric pressure gives me extra inflammation; like there is now so much content churning out about every single thing that someone could be interested in that it is pressing my “just give up” button.
Ecology of Practices: MOVED TO HERE:
A Quote About What is Hidden:
“The hidden harmony is better than the obvious.”
~ Heraclitus