Telling Certain Things...

Hello Lovelies !

 "A Disappeareance Print" by "swanbones"

I'm so glad I feel good enough today so I can write to you, awesome followers of this blog and explain a bit why I'm not writing/creating more often. It seems ilike I have disappeared in some frightening Victorian Wonderland, like in the beautiful picture above, by one of my favorite (and now a featured) Etsy artist, "swanbones".

Truth is, it is difficult to tell about certain personal things. Like undergoing a serious illness. Or having a broken heart. Or experiencing loss and mourning. Or all of these at once.

I'm sure Dominique Browning would know how to tell you about these things. And Maira Kalman, would certainly tell/draw about it perfectly. But I'm just me, trying to find the right words... heartfelt words.

So here goes: I'm undergoing a serious, non life-threatening (but still) illness. It cannot be cured, but it can be "stabilized" enough with the right care and medicine, so that I can live a so-called "normal", let's say, "satisfying" life.

I've been very ill through all of September. And I've been waiting this whole month for a place in hospital for me. So now the time has come, and I'll be finally be able to rest and find a better treatment for my illnesss during this month of October.

I'm taking my beloved watercolors and special Japanese paper with me, so you'll get to see doodles and maybe even complete drawings when I return.

It might look like I've disappeared from the blogosphere and the Net for a while, but I'll return for the best!

Wish me luck,

Vic from TeaButterfly

Perfect morning

This image/collage (all from flickr faves) shown above is called "perfectmorning.jpg" and I'd really love to find the blog where it comes from. ID, please!

This poem is by Billy Collins.

Morning
Why do we bother with the rest of the day,
the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,

then night with his notorious perfumes,
his many-pointed stars?

This is the best -
throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,
and buzzing around the house on espresso -

maybe a splash of water on the face,
a palmful of vitamins -
but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso

dictionary and atlas open on the rug,
the typewriter waiting for the key of the head,
a cello on the radio,

and, if necessary, the windows -
trees fifty, a hundred years old
out there,
heavy clouds on the way
and the lawn steaming like a horse
in the early morning

poem found at ill seen ill said blog right here

Handmade Love with The Animal Shop

I just love this wonderful photograph of a lazy racoon. Maybe because I can relate...

shop at: https://www.theanimalprintshop.com/