A Day

The sun is shining. G decided to barbecue a chicken. He just left for a town hall meeting so now I’m watching it. It smells delicious.

There is a place close by that has local, small farmed meat. It’s a tiny hut on the edge of a property that works on the honor system. You help yourself to the freezer and pay the box. It’s word of mouth advertised, I found out about it at yoga. True story. The chicken is pasture raised and a good price. G talked to the owner today, comfirmed that the chicken was raised on a sustainable farm nearby.

I made some progress on my painting and am still enjoying it. (the magic of creating is still alive). I’ve tried filming and making reels of me painting. The reels or mini shorts are rough, but I’m learning. You never know, I could get better at this.

I’m surprised by how fast my hand moves while I’m painting. Using a tripod, I forget I’m filming myself. Its weird that I’ve never watched myself much on film before. Doing any kind of art, I’m blissfully unaware of my body and super relaxed. When I first went to yoga I experienced that same sence of relaxed brain and body that I feel while painting. It’s surprising that I don’t move slowly in that state. I like starting something new, not to take away from the books, hopefully this new project helps somehow.

In the meantime I’m enjoying a sunny, but chilly early evening outside in my winter coat. The sun feels nice. Supper will be good.