One of the unhelpful suggestions H had after an episode few months ago, was for me to start a project. The Logical Brain of course agreed. The Emotional Brain rejected the premise and was asking to be hugged and to be listened to instead. Low Self-Esteem said why bother, nothing I do was good enough anyway. Inspiration had nothing to add in that moment. Uterus was waiting to shed its lining before immersing itself in blanket-making, and not a moment before.
Guides were saying wait, rest, let go.
I was introduced to someone yesterday that is in search for dinosaur images. I offered.
At the rate I have been drawing today, I may have a few show-able designs by the weekend.
It's been a quiet whisper from the long-ago animals this year. A pack of dinosaur bath toys arrived for the baby along with all her other gifts. Power Rangers' first season has dinosaurs as power totems. And then while cleaning the shed I discovered a Tasmanian tiger and a glyptodon among the box of stuffed toys.
Time will tell if these sketches become part of a larger project, or add-up to more whispering from the past and take me in another direction.
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