What if sleeping beauty became a knight instead?
A mini project I’ve been thinking about for awhile. You can find a backstory comic [here].
LOVE THIS LOVE THIS LOVE THIS
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Sanctum sanctorum
In the belly of a black-winged bird
Let me always be good to my own heart first. Let me remember the lessons of the past. Let me be brave in the face of challenge, and in the face of ridiculous anxiety. Let me be open to all possibilities, without clinging to any one expectation. Let me revel in this moment and believe in the certainty that more joy is yet to come.
We aim.
Mmhm.
Out of the 20 or so times that I’ve flown into Portland, I’ve never actually had a good enough seat to see that ancient lava flow descending from Mt. Hood. It’s so defined.
I can’t seem to stop watching this. I am gifnotized. Maybe because this is kind of how I feel right now…
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Ugh, Blackhawks, what is happening? Time to turn it around!
Presentation to the legislature tomorrow. I am ready, personally (outfit ironed, hoping for a good hair day) and professionally (finalized materials look really sharp). I’m really, really excited. That I’m getting to have this experience is a very nice vote of confidence. The written portion ended up being 18 pages, which I hope will not be putting anyone to sleep. 18 pages. 45 minutes. Q&A afterward. It’s the Q&A that makes the palms sweaty, right? Naw… we got this.
Baseball game tonight with the firm was jolly. As we were leaving, a huge double rainbow appeared. That, plus the flags flapping in the breeze, and the game going as the sun was setting made for an absolutely spectacular moment. I doubt our pictures will have done it justice. It was fun hanging out with the City, too. Those Parks & Rec folks just slay me.
Shaping up to be a decent week.
Typeverything.com - Yes by Supermundane.
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I say yes and yes and yes!!
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(pause)(breathe)
Between Going and Coming
Between going and staying
the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.
All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can’t be touched.
Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.
Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.
The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.
I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.
The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.
Octavio Paz
Starting the morning off right with coffee, good text messages, determination, and a warm heart.
Also checking into whether my credit union offers bike loans. That would be handy because man, do I ever need a bike.
This is so beautiful. Nice colors and composition.
Note to self: buy fresh flowers for my office this week.
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Ooooooh, maybe I should paint this weekend.
*just my upload*
Queued , school holidays and sick, don’t know when I’ll really be around
I need to drink this all summer long.
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Really pretty, but I’d totally bust my ass slipping on wet wooden steps.
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