a portrait of my first scotland

living, still.

lagoon abstract

retrospective

so weird.

if everyday were today

happiness machine.

oil.

Hi my little friends. What a wonderful last night we had.

It was hard to get here though. Port authority was really rough.

I was very sensitive.

I wonder if I would have reacted the same way in a different state of mind? I kind of hope to always be as aware of the really dark feeling it gave me because it truly IS one of the worst places in the world. Seeing my sister, my family my home, my bed, my CAT at the end of it all was probably better than it has ever been.

I have been learning how to meditate. It is going to be my summer-time objective. That and reading (which I have been doing much of) Paired with journaling (ever morning) equals: little to no stress, little to no boredom, little to no anxiety. Although I MISS you all so much.



SISTERS



I have been reading a lot about the oil spill recently. I wasn't really allowing myself to before now because it upset me too much. Ignorance is bliss except for when you are consciously choosing to be that way, in which case you are ( I am) just being childish. Anyways, it is sort of the worst thing ever and I am trying to figure out a way to help. OUR OCEAN.