Set out some canvases. One I had already started drawing on.

I will force myself to create and see what happens.


But I cannot let myself fall back down. I don't have the strength to pull myself back up and I know it. I must be strong and catch myself.

I will never laugh at another person if they stumble as long as I live. I know what it takes to get that tired. I will start extending my kindness more.

My senior lady asked me to paint her a fox for her room as I told her they were my favorite animal. Now I'm realizing what she did 😆

To even go in my art room and grab the canvas was a helping hand from her. A sweet nudge. Of course I felt the pull to create.

Life is strange. So so strange.

I stopped doing art almost completely when my mom died. Now I am losing this woman, and she is helping me to art again. Hidden patterns, like finding a four leaf clover. So wise is time if we allow it to teach us.

Perhaps a fox in a field of clover. And an old knowing tree. And the sun. She loves the sun. And a pink sunset. She loves pink.