Finally...able to sit down and draw.
I found inspiration from writing to my recently-reunited-with step-Aunt Pat. I shared a bit of the horror of (my) childhood, and (of course) that made me think of my dearly departed mother. She wasn't the perfect mother, but she was and is the perfect person for me to learn some tough life lessons.
She was an artist, like myself, who never made time for her unique pursuits...I feel her with me now, more than when she was alive, which may seem odd to some. All the harsh words she spoke to me, seen through the eyes of love, got to the heart of things. [She used to play Devil's advocate...and would say that very thing.]
This is not a 'mother's day' post...in fact, I don't know what to do when Father's Day comes around. I've got a living, fire-breathing demon for a father...and he may have lessons to share, but I AM NOT HAVING ANY OF HIS NONSENSE. May I be protected from men like him. May you and your children be protected in the same way. May ALL the blessings be.
I know that I have some angels watching over me...been reading Angelspeake, by Barbara Mark and Trudy Griswold, and it makes me happy to frame my life in this context. It's my new favorite, short-but-sweet spiritual book. What are your favorite books these days?
Oh, and I have three cookbooks looking for homes. Anyone in need of a great cookbook? I don't seem to be taking anyone's advice on cooking these days...I am a very intuitive and spontaneous cook, and Tom believes that that is where most of my talent lies. We could trade. Your good book (that you mean to pass along, for mine.)