The Struggle is Real
I'm struggling to paint and draw this weekend. I tried to work on my acrylic piece yesterday and hated what I'd accomplished, so set it aside. Tried to sketch a little in my daily journal today and just couldn't produce more than a doodle of the three snail mail letters I have sitting here waiting to be answered. I just don't have it in me this weekend. Yes, I am finally divorced after a year and a half of waiting. The weight of the past twenty years, rather than at last washing away instead somehow feels like it's crushing me. Then Thich Nhat Hahn passed away early Saturday morning and I feel like I just can't get air into my lungs. So I've decided I'm going to take some time to just be and cry. A little. Or a lot. I've watched a couple of the ceremonial videos from Plum Village in Vietnam as they prepare to lay Thay's body to rest. The Full Moon Temple packed with monastics chanting, paying...