Doodle Weekend

Doodle bird takes a walk

eye fly

Bursting through

The Awakening

What a pear!

Travel the Royal Road

I doodled this as I sat talking with my SIL. It calmed me..

and as I am calm, those around me may be calm-er.

I think I was wanting to set an example as well. It doesn't take much to sit and doodle..

You don't have to pull out all the paints and brushes.. just pen or pencil and pad.

I had a title for this when I was there, but I forgot what it was exactly..

The closest to it is something like

Taking the Royal Journey...

I always want to travel the high road. I work hard at taking the high road, the path that I feel is of service, being good, doing good deeds. I like giving, but I also need to receive. I don't mind driving, but sometimes I like to be taken on a ride.

We all need this balance.

I looked at this picture as an invitation to travel well on a royal path. To be carried away to exotic places, exalted. "Oh yes, your highness... be most comfortable and travel well."

Aren't there some days you want to be treated like a princess, or queen (or king, prince)... because you work hard and should be treated this way?!

I can choose my path, but how will I travel it?

with dignity.. with honor...

how will I cushion the rocky road?

how often will I stop along the road to smell those flowers and observe the beauty around me?

who will I travel with and how will I greet those I meet?

We all travel this path.

I want to travel it without regrets.

Now Go! Do thy taxes!

What do you do when you are on overload and don't have much time for art of your own?

doodle.

I carried a pen and sketchbook to my sister-in-laws house. this isn't the one I did.

I did this at night sitting in my big comfy chair in the living room with hubby, half watching TV.

Too tired to go back into a very messy art room.

Energy almost depleted, but not entirely... I go within to see what comes out :-)

Later on after looking at this, he spoke to me...

yeah, no more procrastinating.. get that stuff prepared for taxman.

Not particularly fond of this time - it comes when there are so many other projects going on.

But, it is what it is... so I need to stop whining about it and just finish it up.

Is everyone else as overwhelmed as I am.. seems to me that life has speeded up!

When the wind blows....

Another in the series of theraputic zentangles.

A great shift occured. Stuff got done.. as it usually does.

Sometimes, it is just overwhelm.

Looking at the big picture too much and not being in the present moment.

It is so much easier when there is a gentle breeze, when everything goes along nice and smoothly.

No ruffled feathers.

But that is not the case in life.

Great winds appear, hurricane force winds... stirring it all up.

But hey, maybe that is just to blow away that which is weak,

that which is not strong enough to remain... it gets rid of the dead wood.

Nature's way of cleaning.

We need to take notice.

Observe and learn from Mother nature and all her tactics.

Thanks for the lesson.

Peddle Hard

In the evening, when I can do nothing more than veg out in front of the TV or I just need to be in the company of my sweet husband... OR I just have no more space left in my art room...

I doodle.

And along the lines of these doodle/zentangles, I find it interesting what my subconscious mind has to say about it all.

I had to laugh at this one.

Carrying all the burdens of life, we do the best we can. We just get up and do it. Easy to do the stuff we love, but then along come the "obligations"... the services of love, really. Ok, sometimes they DO feel like obligations, but because we love, we pull up the strength and do it... and we keep peddling, carrying it all heroically, and in the end it makes us feel good to help.

Notice there is no steering wheel.

That is because I move along intuitively, faithfully, guided by Spirit, God, Universe.... the Ultimate Energy that guides ALL of it. I, and I'm sure I could substitute "we" here, surrender to it, believing we will be shown the way.... because half the time, I do not know where the heck I'm going!

Whatever art I can muster up, sneak inbetween, it becomes the call of my soul showing me the way. The more we carry, the harder it is to peddle.

I'm hanging on to too much.

I need to dump some stuff, let it go.... but what?

oh, the desire to travel light seems so inviting... but at what sacrifice?

The heaviest load, and that which I work at releasing is worry.

That will surely lighten my load.