Contemplation ramblings.
Wishing to write poetically without sounding trite and contrived.
Striving to find deeper meaning.
Straining to create art without all these inner/outer judgments spiraling around me.
I keep looking for signs from Mother.
I keep looking for interesting bugs under rocks.
I keep looking for that spark of interest and obsession.
Am I pretending?
Does money have to poison every step I take?
Is it necessary to know who I am to continue being me?
Anyway... Just feeling contemplative.
and talking into my teacup.
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I'll have a proper update when I get some photos off my camera.
pushing through mental blocks with paint.
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oh yeah. (edit)
And we finally interred my mothers ashes into the mausoleum on Monday.
The reason it took 8 months is because we were waiting on a specialized plaque to be made
At her request. It has neat little icons on it (like a bird, cat, leaf, footprint, heart, etc.)
So that people could do rubbings. She was a big fan of grave rubbing.
Not to be confused with grave robbing..
I brought a little plastic bag with special things to put in the cubby with her ashes.
Beads, a little sun and moon. a stone, a marble, locks of hair.
Others at the internment contributed to the bag also. Notes, hair, and quarters for the big scratch-off ticket in the sky.
Dad brought supplies for making a rubbing on the plaque.
I miss her lots.
It was a nice small ceremony with just close family and a close friend who couldn't make it to the funeral.
Striving to find deeper meaning.
Straining to create art without all these inner/outer judgments spiraling around me.
I keep looking for signs from Mother.
I keep looking for interesting bugs under rocks.
I keep looking for that spark of interest and obsession.
Am I pretending?
Does money have to poison every step I take?
Is it necessary to know who I am to continue being me?
Anyway... Just feeling contemplative.
and talking into my teacup.
_____
I'll have a proper update when I get some photos off my camera.
pushing through mental blocks with paint.
-------
---{---'---@
oh yeah. (edit)
And we finally interred my mothers ashes into the mausoleum on Monday.
The reason it took 8 months is because we were waiting on a specialized plaque to be made
At her request. It has neat little icons on it (like a bird, cat, leaf, footprint, heart, etc.)
So that people could do rubbings. She was a big fan of grave rubbing.
Not to be confused with grave robbing..
I brought a little plastic bag with special things to put in the cubby with her ashes.
Beads, a little sun and moon. a stone, a marble, locks of hair.
Others at the internment contributed to the bag also. Notes, hair, and quarters for the big scratch-off ticket in the sky.
Dad brought supplies for making a rubbing on the plaque.
I miss her lots.
It was a nice small ceremony with just close family and a close friend who couldn't make it to the funeral.