I’m listening to “Into the Mystic” (Van Morrison). Love this song, and am reminded of many moons ago bombing around town in the jeep with all the doors off, and my dog happily in the back seat eye balling everyone and everything. This music reaches into my soul and says “Life is good, maybe not perfect, but I am alive, and that’s better than the alternative”…. but many religious people would beg to differ. Is it?
Music is such an important part of my life. When I get pounded down by life’s hardships, when I’m at my lowest, I can always go back and think of the last time I listened to music…. It’s related. Music is one of the best remedies for my mental illness woes.
I’m painting. Not well, but I’m painting. I’ve been struggling lately (forever a head case) but as soon as I sit down, music blaring in background, and pick up a brush, I am settled, centered, peaceful. I am VERY VERY grateful for this. I try to turn off the inner critic that lives LARGE in my head, sometimes I’m successful, sometimes not. It’s nice to have an escape. It feels good. Now if I could only figure out how to masking tape SHUT the inner critics mouth!
Autumn is fast approaching. We have almost no color, but I guess it’s early yet. The air is changing, and the geese are flying South. This is my favorite time of year. New England in the Fall is picturesque. I love to bomb on back roads during foliage, as it looks like you’re driving into a kaleidoscope. It really does! No, I’m not on shrooms. Not for a long while, smirks.
My girlfriend was visiting from Omaha for a few days. It’s really nice to see her, and always good to talk. It’s also really nice to have the company. Dropped her off at the airport today and on the way home stopped in Michael’s to pick up canvas. 3 for the price of one! Woohooo!
Hope you’re enjoying good health, moods and making room and time for some passion!