Whenever I catch myself falling into constraining/draining self-talk of any kind—and I'm so grateful when I do, I stop to drop my shoulders, relax my forehead, invite my tight jaw to go slack.
Inch my way back to trusting trusting trusting.
More treasure hunting today. Or, perhaps better stated, more searching for missing persons.
|Amused by the Absurdity|
4x5"; acrylic, India ink, collage, and wax pastels on paper