It’s been over two weeks since my last full night’s sleep and that’s allowed me to do all of my dreaming during the days.

I’ve been dreaming of living on the land, eating the freshest foods, and taking morning walks under the trees. I dream of giving Nimbus the Rabbit more access to the outdoors. I’m dreaming of feeling safe in my own home. Where I’ve been staying at for the past three years doesn’t make any of that easy. Simultaneous to these daydreams I feel content with all that I already have. Being in the city offers luxuries not to be found elsewhere. There is so much to enjoy right here and now. Regardless of any of my sufferings or hardships, truly, Life is good. I remain grateful. I’m grateful to be able to be grateful.

Anytime my body moves with repetition my mind is more available to roam. The act of painting is somewhat a physical endeavor. Mostly my hands, wrists, arms, eyes, and neck are engaged in the process, but overall it is a time of stillness. Mom did get me a kneeling chair last Christmas and that’s been a great reminder to maintain healthy posture.

Although I’m not on autopilot when I paint, I do not have to think much in order to know what comes next- another dot. Flow state is probably a better way of describing my experience when I sit down with a brush and palette.

I’m also dreaming of getting 8 hours of sleep and it is nearly midnight. Maybe if I’m able to dream tonight I will write of it tomorrow. Thanks for reading what I had to say.

~ Peace