i call this poem:
stream of consciousness while trying to sneak a few more minutes of sleep before getting up & conquering the world
why do we have political parties?
why do we have nations?
why do we have so much division?
why not invite peoples
who live in scary parts of the world
to migrate somewhere safer?
& we can say, “welcome!
here’s a cake i baked for you!”
were things this bad
when our cultures were
or did the great
“knock it off!
you & your brother can either
work things out
clean out the chicken coop
i am not getting any art done. i did this rooster doodle in the homesteading journal i have started, and that is the closest to art i have gotten in awhile.
every day i stare at the art that waits on my desk for me to finish it…
but inspiration escapes me.
my minions are going to be with dusty this next week…so maybe i will get something done. i hope to get something done. i have ordered some movies from the library so i will have a distraction. the art part of my brain works better if some of the other parts are distracted. movies & tv are good for me to do art to.
meanwhile, my garden is growing. my bees are buzzing. my goats are providing me some much needed therapy.
and my brain idles…kind of on auto-pilot.
correcting minion behavior
(this is quite possibly my most boring post ever. is it that i need sleep–or inspiration? or am i at peace and peace is just…well, boring. wait, is this peace–or defeat? i don’t know if i would know if i were at peace or not having never actually been there. would it be like niagara falls where–duh, obviously you are there…or is peace more subtle? i just feel kind of…blah. if you have read this far without wandering off–kudos!–you are more focused than i am…oh! it’s my song–gotta dance.)