She is done with the cone of shame. Never seen that old dog so happy. For those who don’t know, Mon stepped on a nail and had the be coned for it to heal. 2 weeks have gone by. She is running and jumping and playing. It is very sweet.
I picked her up 12 years ago and she has been at my hip ever since.
Little moments made of stardust and sleepiness. Best of bests, reading the slow dances of the stars. Kind old heart living in the pants pockets of empty Mamasitas.
The night is our to love and live inside of. Hard hit moments of lips on necks, thumbing and bumping into the night sky.
We live in the “yes” and dream in the dessert menu.
Hold sweet children of smoke and flavor.
I remember the first one I made and the last time I made one. There has to be around 20 different paintings. Some are great and beautiful and others are strong and powerful.