la perla din pintecele

Tea water is doing it's thing on the stove. Third cup. Maybe a second bag? I hate the hazelnut flavoured coconut milk creamer I bought, but with enough honey I can make this work. What can I say? I like my double bergamot earl grey tea sweet, creamy and potent as sin. Wait - what on Earth is a 'sin'? I cleared off the dining room table (kinda, sorta, enough), set my birthday flowers in plain view, turned on Loudon Wainwright III's song, 'Daughter' and decided to shift from thinking less, to feeling more, so - I make art. Working on a piece since my last session with Ashera. Had a vision. I call it, 'la perla din pintecele' (that would be 'the pearl of the womb' in Romanian, thank you!). This is new to me. But it feels good. Just letting it happen. I like art. A lot. I've just always convinced myself that I suck (majorily). But screw that. New contracts, people! Plus, everything looks new; fascinating, beautiful and I think I can feel myself smiling the whole time I'm doing It.