The Sun Comes Out or: What the Heck is That??

Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows,

Everything that’s wonderful is what I feel when we’re together,

Brighter than a lucky penny

When you’re near the rain cloud disappears, dear,

And I feel so fine just to know that you are mine.

~ Lesley Gore

Though I’m not quite there with Lesley Gore, I do believe I’m getting there. In her lyrics Ms. Gore may have been referring to a romantic attachment. My romantic attachment is a calm sea in the storms of my head so, WARNING: That’s not where I’m going with this.

Yeah. It's a weird sun. But it's my weird sun.

Yeah. It’s a weird sun. But it’s my weird sun.

No, this is about my relationship to my Creativity. You know, that part of you that you just love to dance with, but at the same time gives you the Willies-Tangled-Up-With-Multiple-Heebie-Jeebies? Yeah. That’s it.

You may find yourself grappling in the darkness. It happens. The cool thing is that you can climb your way out of your funk (or oubliette, as I refer to it). And suddenly you’re hearing Lesley Gore’s “Sunshine Lollipops, and Rainbows” and you’re like,

What the Heck is That??

Ahem, speaking of my doodle. I think I’ll call it FlowerSun WeirdSun. Nice. It has a lovely Asian sound to it.

And yeah it’s a weird (looking) sun that’s peeping out it’s face at me, but I’d probably drop into a dead faint if I actually doodled something “normal.” Besides that, I don’t even think “normal” and “doodle” belong in the same sentence. Does anyone doodle “normal”?? I rest my case (if I was in court over this, which I’m not, thank goodness).

My point is (yeah, I actually have one), that everyone deserves to have their very own weird sun, whatever that may be. Yours could look completely different than mine. And that’s utterly flipping fine. The important thing is to enjoy whatever yours happens to be. And maybe you could also enjoy other people enjoying theirs. Okay, things might have got strange just now so I’ll stop and merely leave you with this:

Whatever the form, shape, color, medium, or expression your weird sun may take, may it shine out in all its glory. I think it would be fanflippingtastic to see what your weird sun looks like and if you’d like me to see, leave your link in the comments below.

 

Note: My title is a nod to Dr. Strangelove or: How I learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb. Fantastic film that I highly recommend.

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Sunday Madness

And yet, it’s Saturday when I write this post. Who knows when I’ll actually post it. I’ve dozens of posts that I’ve drafted and yet to post.

So, why title a post “Sunday Madness” on a Saturday? What’s the saying? Don’t confuse me with facts. I get side-tracked and confused (very often at the same time) quite easily. Seriously. Easy. Crap. I just heard a odd sound in my kitchen.

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It was nothing. Somebody is mixing something next door.

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Here are my Sunday Madnesses (new word. true story.) and not early at all, since thess Sunday Madnesses actually occurred the last three Sundays ago. Always do everything in threes. It messes with the Universe’s head.

Sunday Weirdness One

Sunday Weirdness One. The descent begins.

 

Sunday Madness Two

Sunday Madness Two. Can I describe this? Why do they always ask for descriptions?? Okay, I’m drawing a blank. Which is actually much more difficult than it sounds.

 

Okay. I give up. What is this?

Okay. I give up. What is this?