Funerals are hard
Seeing and experiencing the raw emotion, pain and loss
Bringing up difficult memories
They gut you and drain you

After attending a funeral yesterday of a good friend’s ex, and seeing their teen kids who will navigate the rest of their lives without a father, just wrecked me.

After I was home I just could not get a focus on what to do or to draw.
My sketchbook project seemed inconsequential
And outside of my grasp
Took a short walk to clear my head and realized that sketching something was actually tremendously important.
Drawing and making art is where I connect with my soul, my being. It’s where I find my angels and inspiration
It is where I am grounded and whole and alive
I needed to draw, and I needed something timeless… and so shells. The spirals of infinity. The beauty of nature. The power and eternity of the sea.

Sketching these tiny shells brought me so much peace. Tiny shells and tiny sketches- but tremendously soothing

After I was done I sat on the couch with a view of the yard and watched blue jays swooping and darting all around. A blue jay party like that is a rare occurrence in our yard. It was so joyful and special it inspired my sketch today.
I drew it quickly and painted it quickly to give it a little movement and spirit

These moments of presence and grace are the best reasons for this daily practice.
Feeling shifts already as I complete day 19 of 100…