It’s been a bit of a day. As the old song begins, It’s raining. It’s pouring…
There are 265 total pounds of wet, snoring Newfoundlands lying at my feet.
We made it home from an excursion not only out of the house, but up the big road, to visit my ortho guy. It went the way I hoped it would. Basically, “Yes, several things hurt but the bionic knee parts are holding up well!”
This is powerful good news. And a perfect reason to catch up with my physical therapist buddy.
The new laptop registration thing they’ve added to the office, though, needs to go!
While Republicans booed Liz Cheney today, I am cheering. I agree with her about virtually nothing except that we need truthful leaders we can trust to uphold the Constitution and rule of law. Which brings to mind one of the new questions on my list of hugely important things to wonder… What are the girls learning by watching us?
Just in case you have littles, too, I’m happy to loan you my question!
All of which, in a round-about way, brings me to my work-in-progress painting for this particular Wednesday.
It’s supposed to be last year’s Red Madonna painting, which I only began in January or February, in the company of a dear Paint Sister. I tried following the process. Really!
Somehow, though, there’s a message in there insisting on being heard.
And, in my world, that means it’s been time for the heavy body paints (Think brightly colored toothpaste!) and the palette knives. (I’ve moved on from swiping kitchen spatulas!)
It’s an amazing tool for new perspective. And there are lots of layers on this canvas. I think I know what’s coming next, but only time will tell. For this moment, I’m in love with the colors and the energy.
And the reminder that we often don’t know where we’re going until we wind up somewhere else.
Actually, I’m winding up somewhere else on Sunday, and you’re invited! (Really!) We’re going to learn how to use prayer dots, or Dots of Hope, to energize postcards (and their writers) for things like getting out voters.
Here’s the link for all the info. Great people. One of those ways we hope our kids will learn from watching what we do. And, maybe even by helping!
ps… the dots work for other things, too. Like peace signs to go with prayers for our sisters and brothers around the world. Or a healing heart for those struggling with loss and fear and loneliness. You get the drift…