After I left, I saw a tweeted link to The Receiving Project. I experienced this as a great synchronicity, because I'm afraid to expect good things- it seemed very relevant so I
I spent the evening with the Bird on my lap doodling in my sketchbook and dedicating pages to the 32 days of shutting my brain up and Listening to the Universe. (Also watching Scooby-Doo and the Monster of Mexico, which led to quesadillas.)
During the doodle-journaling, I had to get the skeptical/critical stuff out onto paper, and this is the result:
and before that whole digression I drew this: She who remindeth me of Lexie only with my almost-bald-noggin, a.k.a. Abundance Womyn.
about page. OK: done.
If you want to follow this project, it'll live primarily at this Flickr Set, for which this post is an epic spoiler, and I'll blog it here and there, too.
This post brought to you by the letters "I and E," which kill my brain. Having the ei in my name makes me wanna write/type ei ALL the time. Except when the word is receive. I have misspelled that word eleventy-billion times.
The doodles are brought to you by Molly's washable markers, which incidentally are not so much, as she went to school today with green fingers.