Teaching art with itty bitty students, exploring creativity, finding new passions and purpose, and enjoying the progress of my three greatest works of art out there in the big world.
Bogged down, blogged down
Grover is in the pits. The tar pits. He has fallen, and he can't get up. I can really feel the suck of the asphalt immobilizing the Sesame Street inaction figure in the condo parking lot. My walking buddy and I discovered Grover on our walk right after the rain ended this noon.
Sucks, mired, immobilized. Sounds like my life lately, and it is time to pull myself out.
I'm starting a bucket list just so I can put the La Brea Tar Pits on it. For now my bucket is half full of rubber bands, not half empty.