Plum Doodles 287, 288, and 289 from January 25th and 26th, 2025

journal fragment:

 . . . Sometimes there is no action but to have a the thought . . . 

It’s very cold. The place where I live and create is very cold. Even with the heat turned on, I wear ski pants indoors. 

I wear ski pants when I paint.

Painting feels miraculous.

It feels miraculous that I have a little space for myself. Beginning the work is the hardest part — once I get going, it gets easier. 

There is a push and pull between taking care of my immediate needs – which are – go outside and get light and air (thank goodness the days are getting longer), sleep (grief takes a LOT OF ENERGY), and dealing with all the paperwork and post-death-administration for my mom. 

Every day I feel a little bit more like myself, I have a little more energy, and yet, I am — I wouldn’t say struggling — I’m trusting / sometimes not trusting, if I put one foot in front of the other, meditate, and follow/act where I am guided — I will know what to do next. 

Sunrise 7:13 am 
Sunset 5:01 pm

Days are getting longer, but not warmer yet. 

A month ago sunrise was 7:23 am and sunset was 4:45. 25 minutes more light. 

Oh, beautiful joy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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January 28th, 2025
Hudson Valley, New York

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