INKtober day twenty-seven–for the birds

i dunno…too much dr. seuss? too much muppets?

i was watching scroll about standing rock as i drew this. meditating as i drew each little feather or line. i want so much to be able to do something. anything. to help those brave people who are fighting for all of us.

fuck a duck.
(my kids hate that expression–they always say, “what’d the duck ever do to you?”)

my heart hurts.
i am sad today . dusty came back, and the power i had built…collapsed. i crumbled. i don’t even know how he does it. or if he knows he is doing it.
so i still need to learn to protect myself.
to remain functional despite the pain of the universe.
the pain of my so-called relationship.
the pain of my tender heart….

so i drew some birds.
messengers of the gods.
oracles.
birds.

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