Poem

I Worried

by Mary Oliver

I worried a lot.  Will the garden grow, will the rivers 

flow in the right direction, will the earth turn

as it was taught, and if not, how shall

I correct it?

Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven, 

can I do better?

Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows

can do it and I am, well, 

hopeless. 

Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it, 

am I going to get rheumatism, 

lockjaw, dementia? 

Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing. 

And gave it up. And took my old body 

and went out into the morning, 

and sang.

poem by Mary Oliver via Misty Mawn

photo of the social weavers birds nest by me

happy friday 

;)

in the studio...

messy journal page while finding the courage 

to start painting those faces... 

i like giving myself some limitations or boundaries. 

for these ladies, only 3 colours allowed + white and some charcoal. 

details

learning. 

Thankful

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around here

a little instagram tour of what's been happening around 

here lately... 

i've been cooking

(the pretty bottle makes all the difference ;)) 

i'v been painting

i've been soaking up the beauty of this season 

and i've been playing around with some self portrait... 

learning. 

Year of the giraffe

while in Etosha 

i "had to" see some giraffes. 

 and on the last day a whole family came running towards us.

the most incredible sight.

gracefully running across an open 

plain. 

surreal! 

Look what i found!

as a true online course addict

i had to share this! 

i mean LOOK what i found!!!

all those classes under one roof...

 so exciting!

Juicy

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