Well, we’ve gone from a trickling stream of bonkers to a full on tide.
I always jot down ideas for this blog in coherent cohesion, in my favorite purple pen in my favorite notebook, but alas I’m still learning.
My husband has found a contract, so hurray, we won’t lose our home! I am left haunting our home with the dog and the rabbits enduring extra hugs, an endless stream of chatter, and more songs that I make up about them. (I am of the mind that EVERYONE makes up songs about their pets and if you don’t, perhaps you should reexamine whether or not you are just someone that hates FUN.)
Physical therapy went well and I am more physically functional all the time, though I am learning how to not continually injure myself when I get excited that I can do something.
I went through a bit of a time, feeling like a wingman.. or maybe even “always the bridesmaid, never the bride” when it comes to projects and art but I am beginning to find a newfound appreciate for being a background person that is considered reliable and good to work with.
Two things came out of the woodwork and in the process I got to hook up two of my longest tenured friends to help each other.
(Another thing is my deepest friendships seem to often people who don’t know each other at all and come from other groups.)
Two comic book lettering/production jobs for independent comics that could grow into maybe shopping it around at conventions. I loved the couple I have done before and bonus it’s for two people who have known me since I was a teenager and have stuck with me through some of my darkest times.
I have also increased what I am doing to be good trouble, support basic human rights, and conservation. I won’t go into too much here because… well.
To counteract the brain and heart drain of some of my community efforts, I’ve dived even more into film and pop culture.
I’ve started developing soapboaxing thoughts about comic books and film and how it influences and reflects current events and culture, and vice versa. It was timely, with Superman having just dropped and it both angered people and inspired them to be a better person. (I loved it.)
Understanding the art we create, especially the heroes, can bring us to understand the heart of ourselves. After we did the book club for last year for “Shaolin Brew” which is about race in comics especially in the 60’s-70’s etc. It was a varied group and we had so many perspectives.
I’ve taken it upon myself to start digging into all this and this includes Sunday movie nights with my friend J where we watch and talk together.
Maybe my spark is coming back.
Though for some reason I have decided to start reading Doctor Strange FROM ISSUE ONE. Sweet Christmas.
And already my brain is buzzing – things like, okay he is introduced as a purveyor of “black magic.” 1963, was this the Age of Aquarius where new age things began to be popular? Was black magic considered exotic or acceptable taboo? It takes several issues before they start calling it “the mystic arts.”
These are what I think about to connect with humanity.
On top of this, been trying to do more to steward our woodland property, the baby tree nursery is doing great, and I have greatly underestimated the needs of the plants I planted in a barrel for pollinators.
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