#92 Share love
Hi there, this is letter from marn, a weekly update on making art while trying to be a person. See my work at noisybeak.com
Weather here has been changeable, the way weather as the metaphor is. Knowing something is coming does not make it any more comfortable, but given a chance to prepare for discomfort. And in ways I don’t understand it becomes easier.
Late into the night when most cars have retreated from the roads, the electromagnetic vibe of tvs lessened, the possum and I wake up.
He lives right outside the window of this room I’m in. He scuttles around the dried leaves, and makes scratchy guttural sounds.
The left is what I know sugar gliders/ possums look like from photos, the right is what I know he looks like from the sounds outside my window.
Today, words are in my chest and even after meditation and long walks I can’t get them to surface. Khalil Gibran’s How I Became a Madman revisited me in an article today. Please allow me to borrow, or rather, cut and paste his words here. Credit: Poets.org
Mid week, the print shop queue was long and one machine after another broke down making the queue time even longer. When it was my turn to collect my prints, she held on to them and asked repeatedly where they are sold. Mr Lunarian says by keeping them, love does not go around.
I’m gonna test print more animals to share more love, more and more.
Beakies
Matilda, Ben-Ben, Woody and Barbara have all found homes this week.
Green Rowan just made it to the shop for adoption.
Mr Lunarian asks what’s next? Bear, cat, dog or shark? I said let the foraging decide.
That’s all for now. Wishing you a great week ahead with clear skies, fresh air and deep sleep, Marn