It's Not the End

My favorite little tiny bird I saw eye to eye with was the Carolina Wren. It was on a branch right next to me, as I was walking up to the river one day. It was singing a sweet song. One of my favorite Authors Suleika Jaouad has the written a new book. The Book of Alchemy A Creative Practice For An Inspired Life. It was the best selling book last week on my website. AND it does not come out until next Spring. I had read her book Between Two Kingdoms. A very hopeful, but truthful journey through her battle with cancer. It made me question how I was thinking. And, when I did get my diagnosis of a malignant melanoma it made me wonder a lot and think of her. I think it helped me through it in a way. Most of all her book was full of the reality of the questions and doubts that run through your mind during a time of complete uncertainty. And, by writing it out, it helps get it out of your brain. But, revovery is tough, as this is the only thing you can think about. Her weekly prompts on her newsletter: The Isolation Journal are very deep. And, really has built a strong community of survivors. And, the reality is there are more people and friendships kindled who are lost to cancer. So, it is the about grief and acceptance of great losses. This can drain you or it can motivate you. And, for me this was the scariest part. Because, at one point I was really drained and felt very isolated and hopeless. Thankfully, I can go to bed one way, and wake up feeling completely different. I really think it is because of the computer. And, then I get afraid of being addicted to the satisfaction of knowing there is a community in my lap top. This is something I noticed during lockdown. The uptick in the dependency of the computers in most interactions taking place, now is astounding. I spend my mornings on the computer. And, my days spent out of the house are my best. I make the most of painting, journaling and watch TV at night. But, I really prefer to get out and walk, shop and most of all work! I hope you enjoyed my three little paintings of birds this week. They also hold a bird in the back of the canvas. Maybe, I can take a video today to share. Quote of the day: Hope is the thing with feathers-that perches in the soul-and sings the tune without the words-and never stops-at all. And sweetest-the gale-is heard-and sore must be the storm-that could abash the little bird that kept so many warm-I've heard the cillest land-and on the strangest sea-Yet-never - in extremity-it asked a crumb-of me. Emily Dickenson Song of the day: The Tiniest Birds Sing the Sweet Songs The BE Good Tanyas