I think I need a new scanner. My colors are more vibrant than they appear here. Hmm.
Speaking of art therapy? Was leaving when the tail feathers caught my eye, and I heard myself inside my head. “Oh, wow. O-Bird is right. Look at that!” And, so I did. I stopped and I looked with all of my attention focused, but not crazy-staring. And this is some of what I saw:
My world might look/feel/seem dark and dreary–sad and weary–but I am here. It shows in the colorful tail feathers. The sadness, pain, and all the other too-personal-to-mention-in-public stuff can’t be hidden. The tree is only sparsely leafed. The grass isn’t all that green. The flowers are respectfully carrying on. They feel me. The BERD that is this limner still cannot look the world in the eye, but it is functioning on a basic level. The horse hair blanket is appropriate. It hurts but offers warmth and a degree of comfort. It’s all here. Everything is here.