Heart Art

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Day 15: Art

This is a painting I created during a retreat depicting kindness. The green hands represent earth and the heart chakra holding space for all of us, the universal One. (My daughter says it reminds her of Dr. Seuss and I accept that as the highest compliment.)

Yes, folks, it’s that time of year again. I’m looking forward to my third go at participating in Susannah Conway’s August Break by posting prompts here on the blog and on my Instagram account. There are no rules, really. Simply take a photo every day for the month of August, based on the prompts or not. I take a photo a day all year long, but you can’t lose no matter how many days you keep this up. And the more, the merrier!

Just Give Me Two Cans and a Very Long String

I know they’re in there, lurking with the hopelessly inadequate flash drives, mocking me by their very existence. They lie in technological purgatory, charging cords tangled, obsolete in their intended purpose, too important to abandon because of what THEY might know.

In the wrong kindergartner’s hands, why they could crack under pressure and spill the beans about my interactions with the world: doctor, dentist and the kind of liquor store I frequent, calls furtively made, received and ignored, rendezvous plotted in the morse code of texting, indiscreet ring tones loaded and then hastily regretted, the most elementary of digital games played very, very badly.

Yes, they are my wanton cell phones, those bastard children given up for brighter and shinier models with a qwerty sense of humor and a higher intelligence (which I apparently need since it took me over an hour to figure out how to wipe out my dark secrets and slip the SIM card away from an old dinosaur of a Tracfone.)

Evidently it is far easier to find the clandestine recycling drop-off than to make a cell phone forget.

Call me later.