what was missing
the piece left a gaping
too much space
no, they can’t be forced
find the missing piece
all, and no more than that
the missing piece
toss it, the whole thing?
Many blessings, Sandi
When was the last time you asked yourself: How are you, no really, how are you doing?
When was the last time you gave yourself a true pat on the back?
When was the last time you gave yourself a break? Not the kind that others’ define as ‘a break’?
When was the last time you asked, ‘am I really helping, or harming someone when I think it’s a good idea to offer my help?
When did you ask yourself, am I happy? If not, what can I do to get there?
When did you last ask yourself, am I good enough for others’ or is it really that I need to be good enough for myself?
When was the last time you asked yourself anything of really, true, deep, and self-loving intentions?
Yikes… A Saturday full of weirdness. Add that to emotional growth and healing and you have a bruised heart. Maybe a mind too? I very rarely write in color. Today seems to be one of those days that you simply don’t know if you’re up, down, sideways, or laid out.
Bandaged, but not damaged.
I can’t seem to stress enough to my ego – you don’t control.
… Anything. Every breath I take isn’t mine. It’s oxygen every living energetic particle/molecule breathes. It’s the earth telling us, ‘yes, you can be here. I will breathe with you’. I’m honored to be a part of that process. To be able to live, because I can breathe. Yet, life is in, and of itself, a painful process. But God/universe/spirit/higher power, etc., has a sense of humor.
There are appears to be a fire burning in the small village where I live. It seems to have burned homes around us. I heard sirens, but it didn’t occur to me that me and my family could be burned up in an odd freak inferno, to be continued…
As I sit here writing this. It’s like, ‘well, ok, another problem on my list’. I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid of not having lived my purpose. My path. I think I’ll just end it here in case I need to quickly pack my animals and family and drive off into the sunset.
Many blessings, Sandi
It feels like a doodling day for me today. It’s cloudy out here in northern New Mexico, and we are all accustomed to a lot of sun. The color blue is my favorite; one reason, it is immediately calming for me to wear, or see the color blue.
As I work though personal issues, and face crazy obstacles that come out of the blue… (get it? 🙂 ) I am drawn to all practices that promote peace and healing. They say the opposite of war, is peace. I tend to have tons of conflicting emotions and thoughts at once. As I work through this dilemma, I find that the more positive and fun things I can do to get me out funks, the better!
So, I created a fun doodling video, and will do more in future, because I have fun doing it. I got cut off because my camera battery went low on me. So, below is a pic of my finished product:
Have you doodled today? 🙂
Many blessings, Sandi
Ok. Okay… I’m done trying to figure out the crazy sh##, we’re all watching, listening to, and shielding our eyes from. Okay, me. My eyes, my ears; words – media and otherwise. I like watching YouTube. I enjoy so many of the cool videos out there. And I catch myself watching news clips. CNN, CNBC, NBC, PBS, WP, and the list goes on.
On top of all that, my brain grapples with multi-dimensional theories and experiences. Like, what if God is us, and we are God, and we are so miniscule in God’s form, which is formless, that we can’t even be detected in a microscope? That we are God’s cells. That we are the space in the dark energy in the universe/multiverse…
No. I’m not trying to start a religious war of any kind. I just simply look at the miracles around me. How every morning I wake up, I’ve already had a glimpse of my future. My past, long gone. How my fur-kids lavish me with love I sometimes don’t deserve. How my brain can be on a negative track, and then just like that… I’m smiling again. I have hope. Faith, that in the midst of all of our global crisis’ we will survive, but not just survive, THRIVE. Yes, my brain hurts. But I can’t imagine what would happen if I didn’t have one. I guess I wouldn’t have a blog, and you wouldn’t know I exist. So much for existentialism. Especially, when you live it every day.
So, here’s to nothingness, and everythingness… Many blessings, Sandi
I’m feeling like today is a 222 day… the angelic number that picks at me today. Somehow, I think it’s important. This little doodle appeared out of nowhere and I had to draw it out, before it faded. That’s why I’m loving doodling, because it’s divinely guided.
Have you doodled today?
I’m not an artist. But these are extraordinary times, that call for extreme measures. Peace of mind; a way for me to express beauty, oftentimes through stress, confusion, and other emotional rollercoasters to varying degrees – led me to divine doodling. My doodling during work meetings, phone calls, and what seemed like boredom, actually led me to feeling inner peace, thereby creating images that capture my moods, emotions, chaos, and a slew of other deep stuff.
O’vehlu: Journey to God. What does this mean exactly? How does it tie in, doodling and the divine? Our individual journeys, lead us to the most sacred of spaces; in our mind, bodies, and souls.
Why am I sharing this?
- Why not?
- You don’t have to be an artist to channel creativity, your own divinity through art, or in this case doodling.
- Would love to explore and hear about others’ experience through creative arts; including all other mediums in the arts.
I look forward to sharing this form of art, because doodling doesn’t require any kind of specialty in the arts. No academic degrees required!