Been a minute, crypto crew. Seeing some gems on the floor, considering grabbing a dust pan. 🧹

Beat the heat 💫 She's taller by the minute I reckon.

From the Heart of #Gold party

Focused on pumps of iron at the moment. 🏋‍♀️

Maybe I'll just move to Nibiru Costinești, Romania 💃💃💃

Wrote this one a few hours before the volcano went off and ended up spending the next sunset with Tutu Pele 🌋 1/12/26 ----------------- I sigh because I long to sit and Share sunset and sunrise-- made full sipping sunbeams like fishing line a good catch watched not with anyone entertaining every one wounded soldiers wingnuts kamikaze awol I'll befriend pohaku under open air stress less let go I'm a soft rock on a vacant shore tumbled smooth kerneled the front line is seafoam the sky my piece suns march with sheets like floating parachutes of amber light explosive eruptions are far from me as is sleep but I'm done fighting a different warrior one that no's with calm, quiet thoughtful goodbyes no solace for souless sleepers while desires stay damned by circumstance I will soak up rainbow colors maybe reyes come offering comfort so I'll romance the sea and behold my own love at sunrise. ⚡️🤍⚡️ AED

Open air painting of episode 40, got to site around 11 and stayed until sunset. Oil, the one on the right is more expressionist style. #kilauea #volcano

Episode 40 #volcano 🌋

Bisqued and Waiting For now, I'm my own for safekeeping. I pray for strength and the words to express boundaries better than casual creations can. I'm soft and shapeable, but perfected over time. I pray for divine protection And will, that my choices lead me far from those that might stuff me in a backpack, loose me in a cluttered car, scuff my finish, infuse me with smoke, sully me with prolonged and improper storage. To approach Becoming in a way where I might diminish this brightness with quiet brushmarks humble yet whole and harmonious While working on the masterpiece that is my life... To avoid catching the wrong sort of attention Is an art in itself. Even if God could endlessly repair me, neither of Us would want to repeat the trials of hell And the blows of the anvil Just for the sake of reforging. But to diminish and cower in fear, it's clear-- I won't and can't... I'm destined for brilliance as an ode to that Great Maker That Beloved Creator An extension of an essence distilled down to a drop and deposited in this maliable physicality. To be a perfect expression of transcendant alchemy. To love the way that God loves Might blind, but can't hide. It might fire away the excuses and justifications you lean on to lessen yourself-- By daring to only look at it. Seeing that light might make a masterpiece out of you, too. At 1060°C, evaporating all your impurities Making you question your insecurities And their misguided motivations... It might prepare you to perfectly receive a miraculous coat one day; a crystaline sheen that protects you from life's nicks and scratches. Now I sing with a flick and a ting-- A tone that rings through the Artisan's studio. And await a consonant reply. AED ⚡️🤍⚡️

Rise & Shine Awaken The symphony of yardbirds and the flirtatious sun greet the windows of this cabin and my soul with eyelids' first opening. I see silhouettes of pioneer trees Sporting firework flowers To please passing bees And my spirit hears the silent song of their beckoning. Even my body is dewy Like nearly dry matte paint or fresh greenware And I meet the day feeling truly new As that Great Unseen Artisan Master somehow reimagined me. God dreamed me different today-- There is no bloat of trapped stressors My cells process perfectly No atrophy or knot of muscle; Reponsive fibers release effortlessly. Every organ relaxing into optimal performance Every heartbeat pushing warm, clean blood to the furthest extremity Every breath soft, fresh, deep, and deliberate Even tendons revitalized and renewed, primed and ready to Rise My hair catches rainbows, Like it was woven on the loom from those rays. Lavished in Luminosity I'm dressed in sunlight first. I stretch to break my fast from movement I salute Apollo for the assist With short asanas and a smile Basking with bare feet on the wood he warmed for me I settle into receiving morning sounds And sit with my meditation Noting that even the mind is perfectly stretched and prepared The student was gifted fresh canvas. ... I'm reminded that fine art can only do so much freeze a threat with its stunning existence. Appreciated by many, coveted by an advantageous few-- It requires multiple layers of security and a small army of stewards and protectors. Lest it is theived in ignorance to end up at a thrift and fade under layers of dust Left to reflect under flourescent lighing on linoleum. Speaking of layers, I make the first strokes on my day, flourish my form into a robe and remember: I must Rise from the yardsale of my past life, Maybe discovered by keen eyes, whose wisdom watches in awe the worth that warrants such wards. Picked up with hands that show reverence, respect, robustness and with resonable restraint Remain delicately devoted in care and conservation It is Source that performs the restorations And it is undenyable now Who spent the extra time on this vessel I could never take the credit for how I woke up today I'm merely a willing apprentice to that Glory, simply learning to Shine AED ⚡️🤍⚡️

When you camp at the ceramics studio because the fire lasts 3 days and your shift is 12a-6a

Found object

Yes or no?