The view from here.

Yesterday was spent resting for the most part. Arrow needed down time too, as the construction next door served to make him skiddish and stressed. We all napped together and this is a photo of Arrow in repose, under the covers.

And here is a view of my work table. I love a clean tidy, workable table. Ready and waiting for me to settle. Sometimes I have to tell myself that the silver, gold and white pens cannot be used on every page, The sequin waste is special, and that all things have their time and place.

If you could truly look around my studio you would see bits of cloth printed with images extracted from the pages of my journal pages, piles of mess, where I keep pushing stuff aside and piling things up. the laundry is now drying in the middle of it all. I am having fun making stuff for the book and figuring out how to simplify my ideas to make it super easy for you. It is like you are right here.

And all of this in the midst of healing my body. If there is a grace in having cancer, it is that I am softening to myself. I feel much compassion and understanding for myself. The cancer seems to whittle everything down to the most basic elements, energy giving, energy taking, willingness, indifference, beauty. So even though I cannot wait for this segment of my treatment to be over, I am at least able to see the beauty in it all.