Yesterday something strange happened. One minute I was grumping around about the espresso machine (how it has become more of a tired, leaky urinary tract situation than intimidating caffeine demon situation) and the next, I was clobbered by the desire to paint a bird.
I was going to potentially SCREAM if I didn’t get to see that bird painting at the end of this beautiful writing, so thank you for the lack of disturbance in my household this morning! 😆 And well done. There is an undeniable fierceness in your bones!
I love your life lessons with “weirdo” humor. And I love your owl. Kind of unfair, for one person to have so much artistic talent — and yet, aren’t we all better for knowing her?!
I was going to potentially SCREAM if I didn’t get to see that bird painting at the end of this beautiful writing, so thank you for the lack of disturbance in my household this morning! 😆 And well done. There is an undeniable fierceness in your bones!
To paint is to fall in love again. Every time. So it’s a requirement for verticality and joy.
Bird by bird friend
Bird by hair on fire, pee on the floor, scrawled on a parking ticket m-fing bird.
❤️❤️❤️❤️
Hail to the intergalactic journey!❤️
I'll gladly give it some of my love to add to your love for the long haul; a baton of encouragement in the weirdo relay race.
Wonderful, Caro. ❤️
I love your life lessons with “weirdo” humor. And I love your owl. Kind of unfair, for one person to have so much artistic talent — and yet, aren’t we all better for knowing her?!
Toot, toot, toot, toot……
So just WHO-WHOOOO are you anyway? 🤔 🤗