It would be interesting to discover how many children who waited in vain for a hero to come and save them became heroes themselves.
I bet a whole lot of children who were neglected, abused or assaulted decided to create a better world for someone else.
Decided to right the wrongs done to them by stepping in to make sure history didn’t repeat.
Rewrites the story for someone else.
There’s comfort in that for me
If you are indignant about people kneeling is silent protest but not about the inequalities in this country, ask yourself why.
As a kid I remember being taunted with “dirty Jew” and other phrases. But I have a choice, I’m white, no one needs to know I’m a minority. Though to be honest, I “look like a Jew” with kinky hair and olive skin. People with skin other than beige have no choice. We shouldn’t have to try and hide our heritage.
Everyone pontificating about the sanctity of the national anthem should stop for a moment and think about worrying about your child every time they left the house just because they are a minority.
Just think about it,
And then get off your soap box so you can help fix this damned mess
It seems to be in short supply these days.
That’s too bad. There is not a single one of us that can’t use more.
For us and
Less righteousness, more tolerance would make everyone’s life a little nicer.
Do your part for global mental hygiene
1000 have died in floods this summer in India, Pakistan, Nepal and Bangladesh.
Who knows how Houston will recover, I mean the poor not the rich. Who gives a crap what ethnicity is helping what ethnicity there?
Wild fires are searing Canada and the western United States. Our sun is apocalyptic orange due to the smoke.
It is the responsibility of everyone to stop being part of the problem. At least stop using devisive words. Remove “Snowflake” and “Trumper” from your vocabulary.
If we all put as much effort into helping instead of hating, life would get a lot better for a whole lot of people.
Reinvest your energy.
Remember who you create art for.
Remember why you create it.
Remember your voice.
And then use it for good.
leave the hate for others to wallow in
It's been a tough summer
It rained through most of June.
There has been a multitude of "stuff"
Lots of little stuff
One or two big stuffs
But I know the best way out from under "stuff" is with gratitude
For sunshine ☀️, thank you for finally getting here.
For all the two legged and four legged beings
that care about me.
And of course grateful for Boysenberries
This is so much truer than I ever thought.
Life can change in the blink of an eye.
Or just choosing to change the lens you view the world through.
Today, I’m choosing a farm ripened organic strawberry len
They call it summer love
There had been a lot of growth during this sketchbook. Both in skill set
The black and white was done about a year ago, the watercolor was done last night.
But also growth in intention.
Growth in self control
Growth in forward vision
While there is a slight melancholy about the ending of this sketchbook, there is great positive energy about what comes next.
What does come next?
Walking to work there was a tiny dead baby mouse on the parking lot
The tiny mouse on the hard black top tugged at me and I was compelled to snap a photo. Knowing she would feed some other hungry baby I left the mouse there.
After sketching her, the art looked so bleak and for days it bothered me. So I changed the story and gave her an umbrella of flowers to rest under.
Hopefully I do the same in life.
Give people a place to rest, or a strong shoulder to lean on
Sometimes you have to leave the dissonance behind and go searching for some beauty.
You can’t win wars without resting between battles