was gonna go to the new cafe before yoga, but don’t have the impetus to move into the world quite yet. hematite on the middle finger still couldn’t get me going. painted red and green. lonely girl at the bar. french impressionist inspiration. taught my first workshop last night and loved it. fun to teach, to share, and inspire. discovering a passion for relaxing people. she wants me to make an asmr video. maybe i will. i want to show you things. take you places within. sitting in a circle. playing the singing bowl. the bloodshed is not in my control, as i scroll the facebook page and feel my heart shatter into more shards for each death. and even though there are no words to coat the sorrow for those dead, i do feel the word is spreading. love will triumph. it’s not my rose colored glasses. it’s a sniffing it on the wind. i smell what is coming, and it’s love. as above, so below. did a painting of that too. need to paint more of what is true. things keep vanishing. dropped the cap to the bottled water, while talking to them, and it vanished before my eyes, never to be found. like the time i dropped a spare key from my wallet in joe bar, years ago, and it vanished like that too. like the lemurian quartz pendant that disappeared when i turned my back for two minutes. it’s becoming common place. no more shock over it. the worlds are fluid and i am swimming through them. slightly. gotta keep toes in the soil this time around. what is trying to speak to me? is this a quest for the holy grail? waking. opening. frog pose. feeling my groin magnetize to the ground. shekinah. the mundane containing the profound. bananas for bones. coffee bean thrones. the sky is hazy white this morning, like a dream. star pose. forward fold. let loose those tight seams. workshop was on connecting to the primal self. doing so. body health. hers was a cobra. what am i? shapeshifter. on the hill. this place that is my home. maybe i will try to get an art show. work with what you got. take your easel to the view and paint from little water color pots. no make-up or decorative nails. eyes that glimmer with rain and hail. a shared smile. mysterious connection. moving slow as a snail. writing many tiny tales. not one grand scheme. too all over the place, it would seem….