Maybe the puzzle piece was knowing that waking might be useful. Not fighting it. Conflict is disruptive.
Not the ears of Soul-o, the wings of some plastic creature I found in the ground at the old place. Winter's sky is forming.
Baskets of scraps , now piles of paper...
Yes, that’s how I look at it. Not to fight it. I’ve gotten pretty good at knowing when to just get up or when I will be able to go back to sleep. Sometimes it’s just pulling the blanket over my head to hide from Gibson. 🙂
I am calmer about it, it is really helping. I have the luxury of naps.
Layers of colors peeking out = paper delight!
starting love paper like cloth.
Are you going to sell those cards in your shop? They’re beautiful!
I had thought about it. I don’t ant to make prints tho, I like them as one of a kind. but then maybe the idea will evolve. The illustration thing is so close to my old heart, I never really got to far on my journey.
Lace tree — how beautiful
You saw that too!
“upon waking, he wondered, ‘am i a man dreaming i am a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming i am a man?…’ ” often my awake time feels like a beautiful dream (usually when i’m reading your posts, jude!) sooooooo thankful for u!
many times I think I am away but I am dreaming I am awake.
Happy Giving & Thanks Day 🦃
Love the watery sketches!
🤩 thanks for giving us a peek of your gifts!
have a great day!
Yes..no point fighting it.
Once I get over being cheesed off.:).i quite enjoy the time awake,when I don’t think of all the what’s what and just meander in the Now.
peace not war then
Good morning, Jude. I have learned that, when I awaken in the night, wrestling with thoughts—the thoughts winning—I relinquish with reading something light, or with prayer for others.
I just closed my eyes and drew pictures in my mind.
Both paper and cloth are awesome 💗
I love that they have become sisters.