So I wanted to make something beautiful, and not yet another page grumbling about how difficult my life is etc etc. Its good to get that stuff off my chest, but its not the whole of life, is it? Below is a background I'd already made on a day when I wasn't up to much else. Sometimes when I look through these in my journal one of them will just shout "me, me!" and this one did.
It would be frighteningly easy to sit here in my studio, day after day, and feel sorry for myself, or become stuck in introspection. But outside my window is a tree where the bird feeders hang, and a jay with a wonderful blue streak on his wings has been coming recently. Plus the hydrangeas are out and they are palest pink. I love those even when the heads fade and die - in decay they have an additional beauty. Then there's a creeper joyfully romping up the black trellis which is supposed to hide the bins and the garage wall .... there's so MUCH out there. I just have to remember to look and appreciate it. And I did.