Beauty in chaos
From the stars, on a mountain, with the bears, my beads…and paint.
I just KNOW we are going to be ok. I do spend moments/hours/nights in terror about our political situation. I do. So I’m pulling things closer to me. My neighbors are the BEST. That’s not going to change. Even the one with the trump flag-a-flying will likely continue to slow down for me and my dog and wave as he drives by. My friends sustain me. A few even have trump-supporting husbands. Those are some STRONG women. I don’t think I could stand it.
I put my attention on Heather Cox Richardson’s wise words. Beautiful art books keep me sane. Robert Macfarlane’s poetry can cut thru any horrendous mood. Holy cow go on Pinterest and google colorful art, or watch a Seinfeld episode for 22 minutes. And turn off the news. I read mine, or get it thru the late night comedians.
Our government might break. But the relationships I have won’t. I’m inspired. And scared. But look at the beauty in the chaos of my Visual Medicine painting above. Seriously, it’s chaos, and it is gorgeous. We can do this thing. I love you all.