Coffee at the ready now to savior and write! May love and laughter find you!

Looking behind me, yesterday was a day of ending one thing and me having a stronger sense of beginning steps forward in yet another new way. It was like jumping and landing on a stable boulder on the edge of a wide brook. I know I can jump to other boulders or smaller stones and not fall in.

Thoughts, For The Day.

Freeing one’s self from being blocked by old experiences, that gel as way to many thoughts often become habits we need to break.

Finding a lasting solution to this particular habit of a predictive mind is not easy. Perhaps it’s not supposed to be easy. The tougher the problem the more we need to work on it for the best solution. And if we succeed, we remember it and find we have changed. Change does not become real until we believe in it.

Things that are buried deep are things we think will stay buried, but they don’t. They are like the rocks that work their way to the surface in a garden spot that needs to be “rocked” every year! A job kids were asked to help with when I was a kid. Me, my brother and Uncle George as overseer-guide. He would give the reasons why it was important to rock the garden. These rocks added up over the years adding to a preexisting rock wall at the edge of the field. You picked them up, put them in the wheel burrow and when the wheel burrow was filled enough off you went to return and find more. This is not unlike act of solving problems.

I liked helping Uncle George do things because he was such a character. As a little one he would rock me in this very large to me wicker rocking chair for hours.

Uncle George was a thinker. I would watch him hoe the garden out back. He would work the row, then stop and place his hands on the hoe and stand still thinking. He loved being outside, you saw him watch world and bask in the warmth of the sunshine. His overhauls bumping out at the knees, the hanker chief in one pocket and the pipe in the other pocket at his hips. Canada mints in the pocket on his chest. I loved when he smoked the Cherry Tobacco as it smelled wonderful! He would also share the pink mints.

I will never forget the day he was standing behind the stove talking to Mom in the old summer kitchen turned into a everyday kitchen by Mom. All of a sudden, he became very animated, sorting of hopping out from behind the stove and then slapping the left side of his overhauls. I had been eating breakfast at the table. He and Mom talking about what needed doing. Well, he had set his overhauls on fire by putting his pipe away without it being “out”. Mom helped to put it out in a blur and sat him in the chair to check out the burn. It was not every day you saw Uncle George with the overhauls down by his ankle, sitting in his underwear by the table. Mom, a nurse checking out his thigh and then putting salve on it. Georgie sitting there sort of stunned as she fetched these items and carefully considered how to proceed. I was concerned but was sent away! I think because it was embarrassing enough without me watching. After there was a small hole on that side of the overhauls. Large on the inside. Mom relaced the pocket.

~In The Studio~

I opened a large box brought in from my car thinking it was a couple reams of printmaking paper. To my surprise it was full sheets of paper that were either started Shibui foundations or not yet worked foundations. As well as some large handmade papers. New projects are jumping into my mind now! I can just see myself! A photoshoot will need to happen for a slideshow I need to create. The slide show will be used to teach Shibui. And as images in the Shibui manual I am writing. There are large drawings as well. It is indeed like Christmas here! Now to rearrange draws in the art file.

Studios are lived in! LOL!

~Poety~

Sometimes I am Alone.

Sometimes in my aloneness, I do not____

move away from my wonkiness. I stay with it.

To know what it is. To feel it and digest it.

I know if I do not feel or digest it I can’t____

understand where this dark cloud comes from.

If I truly own it, or it is something my mind____

would have me savor. Tricky thing the mind.

Sometimes in my aloneness, I do not____

hang onto my wonkiness. I let it fall apart.

Like clouds, the sun has eaten away. Clouds____.

Clouds come and go! Thoughts come and go.

And there I am! Still, during the wonky or super times.

I choose, my day is____ and that is how it should be.

Sometimes, I am alone! Just me! And I smile!

Because? Change is constant. I chose to stay as me.

I evolve each day with something I have learned.

Time? Don’t measure life by time. Don’t measure life at all!

Don’t measure by old feelings, breathe in and out, stay still

Aloneness is not what you think. Being quiet is ok.

Feeling the self is good. Sometimes I am alone_____.

Pejj Nunes 2026

~Creativity~

Shibui is like finding things in the clouds. What do you find in these photos of clouds?

I send you the very best of wishes! May love and laughter find you! Humor is the best medicine!

Simply, Pejj Nunes