Still working on my enormous mural, giving it depth, making it come alive. I can't believe how real it's starting to look. But most importantly, it's a pleasant way to use my time. A sensual meditation on color, of light and shadows, of broad strokes and details.
All night, R was with me in dreams. We embraced in a pool of water, holding each other close just like when he was alive, my legs wrapped around him. He was keeping me safe from waves of invading monsters. He knew them well, knew what they'd do before they did it, and when and which direction they'd attack.
"What should I do next?" I asked. "Stay up high, you'll be fine," he advised. So I climbed upward, up ladders, up stairs, up to the highest hidden crevices to evade the monsters he defeated each time. Sometimes he died protecting me, but only temporarily, shedding his old self to reappear again in another form, always returning to me, to embrace me, to keep me safe from every beast.
I'm grateful I have time to paint again after a decade of sacrificing my time for others. But I don't regret that.
'To everything there is a season. A time to be born, a time to die. A time to plant, a time to reap. A time to laugh, a time to weep. A time to dance, a time to mourn. A time you may embrace. A time to refrain from embracing. A time to gain, a time to lose. A time to rain, a time of sow. A time for peace.'
You know the drill.
p.s., ELEVEN DAYS TILL SPRING SOLSTICE !!!
- 2023-03-09