If you don’t have a dream, how you gonna have a dream come true?

This is a line from a song in SOUTH PACIFIC. It was also something my Aunt Alice used to say, back when I Was Very Young, and she wanted to encourage me to dream big.

All that you touch

All that you see

All that you taste

All you feel

And all that you love

And all that you hate

All you mistrust

All you save

And all that you give

And all that you deal

And all that you buy

Beg borrow or steal

And all you create

And all you destroy

And all that you do

And all that you say

And all that you reap

And everyone you meet

And all that you spite

And everyone you fight

And all that is now

And all that is gone

And all that’s to come

And everything under the sun is in tune,

When the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

Behold the garden, in all its glory!!!!!!!!

I thought maybe I’d take up beading again. All this ‘color theory’ I’m experimenting with, with my magic markers and difficult sheep. Maybe I could make some cool creative beading patterns.

But first practice. Get back in the swing of it.

Life is not a victory march.

It’s not one-and-done.

No, no, I’m not wasting time coloring in a coloring book, I’m LEARNING about COLOR THEORY. Here I am appyling principles of dark/medium/light value, with little to no attention to hue. On the left we end up with a very interesting combo which I like and never would have thought to put together on purpose! On the right we examine using all one hue in different values.

I’ve been in a mental funk for a while. Today I am in a total physical funk because I slept atrociously because I ate poorly last night. So today I am dealing with a mere physical problem. And hell, they’re all physical problems.

Sometimes I want to live alone, with few possessions, all of the absolute finest quality, and be a selfish jerk, and be perfectly fine with that.

Sometimes I want to be a hermit woman who lives alone in the middle of Montana or Maine or Alaska. Tytania, you hate the cold. Shut up, this is a fantasy. I live alone in a little cottage with few possessions. Every day I hike, then come back and cook myself something delicious like macaroni and cheese. I listen to a radio and read fine periodicals and books. No internet.

Sometimes I love the life I have.