sore
sore
thirsty




Joy, shipmate, Joy!
(Pleas’d to my soul at death I cry,)
Our life is closed, our life begins,
The long, long anchorage we leave,
The ship is clear at last, she leaps!
She swiftly courses from the shore,
Joy, shipmate, joy.
Walt Whitman
photo by Davie;
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In the contemporary Methodist tradition, the third Sunday in Advent is the week of Joy. Advent used to be a much starker time, focusing on the end of the world and the coming day of reckoning, rather than anticipation of the arrival of an infant Christ. I was struggling with, for this week’s poem, whether to trend towards the Joy or the End.
But why choose, when you can just have Walt Whitman? (Next year: Emily Dickinson.)
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coldToday’s Animals for Animals: musical bees! Once I had the Morning Glory Victrola idea I couldn’t help myself, even though I know that fewer people are obsessed with cute insects. Up for sale at Etsy.
Bees are the second animal I’ve painted that Heifer International actually deals with (although granted, not bumblebees like these)! Apiaries are apparently an amazing income supplement in rural communities, and with honeybees on the wane, encouraging cultivation is more important than ever.
Wednesday’s animal was: Gaming Rats.
I realized after painting it that it’s a chillingly accurate psychological portrait of my family’s game nights. My dad is a tender-hearted pacifist who refuses to adopt the ruthless capitalist strategy necessary to win at Monopoly. Whereas my mom is a heartless predator, and I’m her cheerful apprentice.
I’m knocking at the door of my $500 goal! Yay!
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