Piece of Cake

When was the last time you indulged?  I am really craving a huge piece of cake with tons of frosting flowers all over it.  But that huge piece of cake can equate to a huge ass....so , I tell myself no, and am weirdly proud of denying myself.  I fell strong, I feel like the less I indulge, the more I give up, the better I am...look how much I don't have, look how much I hold back from myself-aren't I something

Where the hell does that come from????  Puritanical values have seeped into my psyche. I must really look at this......and maybe have the biggest piece of cake-marble-a corner piece- and enjoy every single indulgent, glorious bite...

In this Moment

Quick sketch today after sharing the morning with one of the best woman on this planet.  One with whom you can take out your soul and say here it is in all its wonders and awfulness, and it is treated gently, lovingly and with humor.  I like the feeling that as we age we will share more and more, that our hearts will keep opening and we will keep seeing each other, that we will understand and honor how precious each of us is in THIS moment.

I'm BACK!!!!

I stopped doing this blog for a year or so...a really bad, awful,sad, heartbreaking year.  But I seem to be walking out of the despair into some kind of light again, and with it I have committed to doing things that I love-even if they don't bring in the money.  I have been so long finding value in only the things that help pay the bills, the work that others pay for, the things that are sort of dull and meaningless to the soul.  I hate that phrase do what you want the money will follow, I would rather embrace follow your bliss-and just leave it there.  Because BLISS may be the gift of the work of your soul, and that is something I must learn to value.
So with that in mind, I am back to drawing what makes my soul light-ladies in aprons working on everyday stuff-this lady is taking the cover off the rising bread.  I can smell the yeasty dough, I can feel the stickiness, I can taste it warm from the oven slathered with butter from the covered brown butter crock in my grandmas kitchen...and those memories are the ones that save my soul when I think I can't go on.....