sustainability – Quixotic Mama

so i was doing my tarot cards on new year’s eve, wondering about success in the new year, & got a terrible awful no-good really bad reading.
& cried.
i am not one to do new year’s resolutions because i believe in changing every day–not just pledging to change once a year, but i have been doing “vision boards” the past several years, putting out to the universe what i would really like it to do for me, thank you very much….
but!
this year
i am saying to myself, “ask not what the universe can do for me, but what i can do for the universe.”

that being said, i am trying to figure out how to set it up so that 10% of what i earn with my art & writings is donated to the organization 350.
i have to iron out the details. i am guessing that i will be donating what i earn vs. what the sale of my art & writings is? i wish i could afford to donate the gross, but i only earn so much of what my art & writings sell for (unless they sell directly through me), so i am thinking i will be donating 10% of my own earnings after all the costs to my publisher, market place, etc are taken out?

starting….now!

so buy my art or buy one of my books & help save the world!
happy 2023!

my anxiety has been on high
waiting for chimney work
having chimney work hit a snag
taking 2 days instead of one
then having buyer’s remorse about
my woodburning cookstove
& spending a night
having chest cramping panic attacks
while wondering if i wasted all this money
to follow a half-baked dream…
sigh.
i have little voices who tell me that i should take this other path
be unconventional
& other little voices telling me that i am just a huge fuck up
and that i should have done it like everybody else….

but today i feel good. i love my stove & my house is warm and now i know the difference between celsius and fahrenheit (i totally burned my pizza, y’all.)
it’s going to be okay…
it’s going to be okay….

up top: “mother morrigan”
down low: “tea & anxiety”
9X12 inking on watercolor paper
$45

i aspire
to not become
a cautionary tale

(i probably already am a cautionary tale…)
on a related note…i was trying to think of a name for my house. i am thinking of naming it “madness” after the band who wrote “our house” as well as a wink to the state of mind in buying a house that needs as much love as mine does on top of my four children & myself all being a bit mad….

what will one day be my studio, office, & tarot/tattoo parlor

he woke up suddenly. wondering. trying to remember
the last time he had seen a honey bee.
he can remember summers as a boy when it seemed
every clover crawled with them & running barefoot
would surely result in a stinger in the arch…
between the toes.
calling out in pain to bring mother running so she
could soothe you with an ice cube and soft whispers
of how you got hurt…but the bee died.
he wanted to be a farmer all his life. he lived
for tractor rides. hide & seek in the cornfields.
the smell of fresh cut hay.

lately my stories begin with scribbled thoughts inked over with drawings. i am not sure ever if i will continue the story or if it will live out it’s life as a post on my blog…. maybe one day i will come back through my journals & collect them all.

Tag: sustainability

ask not….

tea & anxiety

cautionary tale

honey bee