Looking at me. Looking at you. Looking at fish

Lets see where this goes.

YESTERDAY I CRIED

I read Iyanla Vazants book a couple of years ago.

The introductory text still haunts me .Yesterday I cried.

The image of my dissolving self reminds me of the text

I only remember something  to the effect of

“Yesterday I cried with an agenda”

This resonated with me. I was reminded  that, sometimes crying is healing.  

However  part of the healing process is to have a plan.

Tears bring a focus and clarity from concentrated  feelings of emotional pain.

The memories become  locked at a cellular level. This should prevent us repeating  our  mistakes.

 It would be such a waste of the cleasing  and healing energy of tears for tears to be shed  in vain.

 Have a good honest Cry , then repair the source of pain.

watching my thoughts I dissolve more

 

 

 

watching my thoughts

I am within me always looking to find me

Yet I still dissolve

 Yet I still dissolve .

Sometimes I feel the wind in my hair when

“I think”

till it hurts.

Thinking till it hurts

 Sometimes I think too much.

I analyse, criticise, and endlessly ruminate.

I feel that my head is dissolving into space.

I am being eaten alive by my thoughts.

 I think till it hurts.

Bare bones

Whats going on?

I have been posting my drwaings on the blog. Part of the process is a wait and see what happens. How are the drawings interacting in this space? So far my appraoch is quite open and playful. I am interested in playing around with the size etc and adding text; a kind of free associative format.

Dancing queens

DO RE ME FA SO LA TI DO

DO TI LA SO FA ME RE DO

Dore me fa SOLA Latido

DO TI LA Sofa Me RE DO