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!

January 28th, 2025
Hudson Valley, New York
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