life of a georgia Artist

 Photo by Robert Murray on Unsplash Today was a great day. I went out into the world and I touched the earth, or it touched me. I felt the dirt under my toes, and beach on my feet, heard the whirl of birds flying by, and the honk honk of the geese overhead, and I felt connected to it all! With being so inside my own head and house it was nice to picnic with my husband, It was nice to sit on the beach with him and talk. It was nice to eat a hot dog outside. There is a lake about thirty minutes from my house. I have not been in a while. I have not walked barefoot in a while outside either. I have felt a divide between me and Mother Earth. I struggle with my tiny world and just staying afloat. I did an art piece the other day and I titled it Riddled with Anxiety. It is chaos on the page. It is swirls and colors and black and white and dots and dashes. It is my anxious mind letting loose on the page.  Today I let my mind rest. I set my intention to be present. I took some phone photos but

  Today is Easter. It is the day he has risen. It is also the day I sliced my finger, woke up grumpy, and just want to curl up and cry. Somedays are like that. Some days hurt more than others, but we push on because we must and we make the most out of it. I have dinner in the crockpot. We always do ham with sweet potatoes and carrots. You just put them in and then pour syrup on them. We do it every easter. Devilled eggs are in the fridge and sadly we are past the time when the easter bunner visits us.  It is the beginning of the hot season in Ga. Today it will reach 80, but the end of the week 85. Spring is a very fickle pickle season. It comes in and goes out in what seems like a moment. We keep sneezing so we know spring is still around.  Easter is a very religious holiday and I have noticed over the years it is less about him and more about the world and what is happening in it. He has risen from the dead and we are all saying, well okay. The miracle diminished over the years and wh

                                                                      Jumping off the Deep End  Life lately seems precarious at best. It teeters, it totters, and I feel at any moment it will collapse under my feet. Covid has me not trusting others, second-guessing myself, and doubting my abilities in so many of my pursuits. Life has me wondering if what I have done with my life, what I have accomplished is enough? Covid was a game-changer for all of us. Some are not going back into the workforce, some are but with new careers, and some of us just struggled to breathe and get to the other side of this chaos.  I felt this photo above when I took it. I was standing on the dock, looking down into the water, watching it ebb and flow and I thought, well I am ebbing and flowing too. I am ever-changing on the precipice of change. I can flow, I can ebb, I can be anything I want. I started writing more. I finished my book, upped my game at work, and started tackling more challenges. I pushed mys