You don’t need much to feel happy, not really. Goethe, the German philosopher, wrote, “One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.” And I would add to this: ….and have a good chuckle!
(photo by Tony Lomastro)
“David” - 6” x 6” - Pen & Pastel
This is David. Artist, model, brother, lover, friend. David was a fine artist, a professional model, a devoted brother, loving partner, and everybody’s friend. David and his bike were one, traveling together far and wide. He was highly regarded by artists as the best model around and when I had to find a new way to earn a living he said, “Aw, Mimmy, you’ll be great.” He gave me his contacts and off I went modeling for the next five years, making my way with one of the most rewarding experiences of my life. I loved it. Thank you, David.
Oscar Wilde said, “Life is too important to be taken seriously.” So is Happiness. When it comes to being happy, don’t try so hard….remember to play! And remember to share your winnings! 🐻🦉🐰
Take good care of your flowers. Water your flowers, weed your weeds, fertilize….and remember to say, I love you. I love you!❤️
Some mornings, I don’t know what to do for a post. I struggle for something new to say and share. Sometimes all I can do is turn old into new.
“Snowflake” — 6” x 6” — Paper, folded & cut (Kirigami)
Wind in the clouds. The middle of February and the air is reaching middle 50s. That’s warm. Winter here is on its way out, fading fast. That’s how it feels. I wish it would snow.
We all need one another.
I love my chiropractor!👍🏻
I confess I have a thing for mud. I don’t want mud on my shoes. Not ever! I like shoes, especially my cold weather boots, and I like them to be clean. I’m well aware that clean never lasts in the woods in winter. Nevertheless.
Wednesday mornings I go out into the meadow to practice Dong Stick Qigong, standing there an hour or more doing health and longevity exercises with a long bamboo pole. Last week after days of rain, the ground was gooey with mud, brown mud. Yuck! I did my best, tried and tried to stay on just-green but the goo kept grabbing my boots. Yuck! At last looking down and seeing the reality, all I could do was laugh. Life always wins out. Mud’s the word! 😆
It was a Saturday night, and an opening for a group exhibition of art—hey hey hey Willy hey Willy—(sorry folks, I was dictating my comments when I spotted Willey 😽 getting into ‘no good’!) Now back to my thoughts. It was a freezing cold night, and people kept piling in to the small art gallery. I think it’s probably true that people like to go where the people are, they’re drawn to crowds. As for me, I go the other way. I like open spaces and quiet places….so, feeling cramped and crowded, barraged by too many and too much, I took a deep breath, headed for the exit sign, and squeezed my way out through the throng.
I don’t have my phone! Where’s my phone?!! I froze—then right away realized it was back in the pub we’d just dined in….
“Willey Speaks” — 6 x 6” — pen & ink
I went to a talk at the local library: “In Love with Pens.” The guest speaker revealed her 30-year love affair with fountain pens. She’d had them and fondled them all over the world. England…Italy….Hungary…Japan….and France—ooh la la! She never stopped laughing and smiling.
I told her about my own fondness for fountain pens in the drawing studio, but that I’d had to put my pen down, abandoned my pens because they kept getting clogged. She told me what to do. I did. Now my fave pen is in the flow again—here’s what it did last night.
Meanwhile, standing in yesterday’s line, not interested in the white on white, she looks around, all around and sees an old familiar friend….and she heard him say, “Remember this: Something worth having is something worth waiting for— spread the word!”
