I think i need to clear the air
for fear that i may have misled some of you
into thinking that my life is perfect.
Newsflash: it's not.
I am like most of you,
where i have good days and bad days,
and most of my bad days lately
stem from seeing others suffer (especially my mom...)
I've felt less inspired to create lately,
so naturally, i have less to share on this blog.
I've lacked energy and focus
i feel like i am exactly where i need to be,
doing exactly what i need to be doing at this time.
Being there for mom.
I'm still trying to make sense of illness and death
I'm a slow learner... ;-)
But I do know this:
that it is a natural process,
and one we too often try to avoid at all costs.
So i look to the stars every now and then
to remind myself that i don't know everything,
that i don't need to know all the answers,
and the twinkling skies always bring me solace.
So tonight, to lighten the mood,
i dug up my happy file.
I'm not the only person that has a happy file, am I?
Old photographs from a dear friend
who was a fabulous photographer... (yes, she took these)
Sadly, she passed away almost 2 years ago at the age of 50.
I know, you're probably thinking,
why the hell is this in her happy file?
Because of the memories, baby.
We went on many photo excursions
and we laughed till we peed our pants.
Yeah, i know. Inconvenient truth. ;-)
So whenever i see these,
i don't think of the loss of Liz,
i think of the fun we had while we were together.
Her self portrait...
And then i found this, and it fucking cracked me up...
A letter written to me by my son when he was about 3 or 4 years old.
He wanted to write, just like his mom. :-)
Crossed rifles and revolvers.
I know, SO far off from who i am today.
I trained in my younger years as a security guard
and worked for a while in the penitentiary here in Canada
and while training, i just happened to discover a hidden talent.
At targets, not people. :-)
Check it out. Weapons. 97.8%
And today, i can't kill a fly.
Or maybe i don't want to now. :-)
How is this ever NOT funny?!
And the most precious...
a dinosaur drawing from my son
when he was obviously quite young.
I love the eye... and that small tail.
It cracks me up every time.
So there you have it.
Not much art from me tonight,
but part of my happy file.
I'll bet you're feeling pretty privileged right about now. ;-)
Thanks for giving me some space
in your busy lives.
I am very grateful to all of you.