the art of nothing
While waiting for the paint to dry, I decided to take a picture, of my nothing page. I do a lot of nothing, that is what speaks to me the most.
I will do a whole book of pages, when the mood strikes, of “nothing” art. When I am done, I will have my very own book of “Nothing” for the month of December 2018 I ask you, What will you do for yourself, to remind you of this coming month of December.
Our thought for today (PL calendar, day 11) was to be thankful for who we are…
Tomorrow, PL Day Calendar day 12 – Carry out what you believe in
Once you have prepared everything to the best of your ability, seize any opportunity that comes your way and take action without hesitation. Express yourself to the fullest.
I learned a long time ago, that “nothing”was not always easy to express. I used to call it abstract art, or expressions. To call it art, to some was stretching it. You dear friends, who have been on this journey with me, know that this is not the first time, you hear me speak of “nothing” If you recall I took pictures one summer of nothing.
All this to say, if it feels right, and it is to be your very own, create your memory your way. A picture, a doodle, story, whatever method choose to for your expression, if done with Makoto (sincerity of intention) it will be great. There are no failures, only experiences.
Oyashikiri
Good morning, bom dia a todos
Sometimes, we just sit around,
Sitting with only the gentle stirrings of the world around you.
You will find that stepping into a different space, will also bring you to another place and maybe even time.
This is my friend Awen who introduced me to designing and building in/on a virtual platform. It was a whole new world, and I was open to the challenge.
The fairy tale world of a winter wonderland, will lull the weary, allowing for time to recharge and erase haunting memories. Right now she is blessing us with a wonder of colours and vistas of raw umber and burnt sienna interwoven with deep golden hues interspersed with rusty reds,
Today, I am the birch, patiently waiting for you to drive by, tires rolling across the asphalt, and the quiet to reappear till the next motorized vehicle comes along. Please do not be offended, it is simply time for us to hibernate.,
She gets very concerned when I cry and wail. Velcro (male whippet) her older brother, takes it in stride, he saw and lived through my display of raw emotion, when my husband was in his final days, and Keeper got out and ran away. Yesterday he simply got up from his favourite chair in another part of the house, to come lie beside me, to lend me his support and quietly wait it out.
My son the other day, looked at me, and said, ” Mom, its OK to cry” and of course it is, but for me, I can’t just cry, I have to be totally shaken and depleted, the body has to over-ride my happiness and stubborn mind that tells me, that there is just so much to be thankful for. And of course there always is, I am so blessed.
Time for some time out. Quality time without a cell phone, computer, laptop, or tablet. There is a reason, dogs (pets) are the best of friends. They offer unconditional love. Nothing more, nothing less.
Happy Thursday everyone.. Bom dia.
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