Bliss #1
I’ve embarked on a journey of looking back at high school, pulling back as many memories as I can. I’m trying to remember more of that conflicted teen that I was so I can carry that into one of the current WIP novels. What I find in my memories is a mix of bittersweet. The bliss is in being able to notice this and move on.
Bliss #2
I’ve had so much fun working on this little art project. It’s made me happy to paint and glue and doodle. Here’s just one page.
If you haven’t seen them on FB you can click over to Flickr to see some more. I decided this small size will be perfect for a new journal of my favorite positive words. For someone who never did art as a child, someone who never even liked to color, this new art adventure feels like I woke up in the morning learning how to talk to animals. It is so wonderfully strangely perfectly me.
Bliss #3
Having so many books in my home library that I can choose to read and reread again and again. Each night I grab a couple to take upstairs, devour them, fill them with little Post-it flags and think how lucky I am to have them at my disposal for any time day or night. I can choose from writing books or art books or history or fiction or so much more. Lucky, blissful me.
Bliss #4
I rarely read the newspaper except for things that catch my eye as I pick it up to put in the recycling. Today I actually turned a page and right there was an article that totally fits into the major plot point of another WIP (Max’s story.) I had had a feeling I was on the right track and boom, there was the anger-making, very sad, proof. Bliss!
Bliss #5
When we yanked out the lawns a few years ago and put in the native garden I saw an immediate increase in bugs and bees and birds. But what I didn’t see were butterflies. Today there has been a pair of Swallowtails flitting around the yard, from verbena to verbena. The blossoms aren’t the typical landing pads that butterflies prefer but it doesn’t seem to slow these two down. Sitting at my art desk, painting pages in a new journal, Cassie at my feet, birds playing in water at the bubbling rock, and Swallowtails dancing across the yard. Pure and utter bliss for me.
Here’s to a blissful weekend all around.
Hooray for bliss! You deserve bliss!!! xo
Thank you!
Sounds like a blissful time–aside from the contents of the newspaper, that that confirmation of your wip was a lovely gift from the universe.
It was a wonderfully blissful time. And I’ve been on the fence with that plot so it was lovely to get confirmation that I was on the right track.
Love those bliss-ful entries!
Thank you. I so often think of you when I am making art.
Yah! Love the art journal!
Thank you.
Wow, what a great list! Love picturing you working on your art and looking out the window at those swallowtails and birds. And all those books!
Thanks, Jama. It was just one of those perfectly wonderful days. I need to hold it in my mind for the other less than perfect days. 🙂
What a great list! And I love that you are finding your artistic flair–it looks like you’re having fun with it!
Thanks! I am having a blast playing with art. No pressure = fun!
Oh these are wonderful pictures! Thank you for sharing your bliss. Mowing the lawn yesterday while the boys had a lemonade stand was my bliss, and then sitting on the porch with suntea.
Thank you. I can’t wait until fall so I can get some more butterfly plants in. The foundation of the garden is pretty set now except for just a little dinking with it.
Thanks so much. Love seeing you around these parts!
I think you had a wonderfully blissful day of your own.