Thank you for finding the strength, because I needed to hear that from you today. I'm feeling sad, discouraged, discarded, and burdomsome, not wanting to impose my malaise on those around me, but also not wanting to be alone in it. Thank you for reaching out so that I can reach back. Thank you for not giving up. I won't either.
The number of "likes" I've seen on this post is truly humbling and touching. I take liberty to interpret each as "I see you, and I am glad you are not giving up." Even if I did misspell "burdensome," which is the pain speaking, not me! :-) I try to catch myself from making things about myself, but I see this as about us. All of us. Everyone carries a load, and sometimes we all need some help. We can do this. Thank you.
I know everyone is quoting Mary Oliver right now, but it also feels like a time for some Annie Dillard. She was talking about schedules, but it applies to Art as well: "a peace and a haven set into the wreck of time; it is a lifeboat on which you find yourself, decades later, still living.”
Hello dearest Jenny and internet friends. Know that my family and I are thinking of….everyone really, and praying. Jenny, we cannot fathom how you must be feeling especially in regards to Hailey.
Words can’t really express how sorry I am that this has happened. Perhaps it was very silly of me to be so optimistic, but I was so shocked by the election results that I crumpled into the floor in tears and almost threw up. Someone compared it to reliving the shock of 9/11 in real time and that’s exactly how it has felt for me. My husband and I have been reeling for the past week. We’ve had sudden bouts of crying when we just hold each other. It’s particularly hard because we’re in a mostly red area, so much so that our neighbor (who has a history of being acutely disrespectful to us) has been strutting around the complex in a Trump hat all week. Sometimes it’s easy to feel dejected and alone.
However, your latest drawing is a deeply relatable and affirming salve in such times. The tower you drew reminds me of the tower in The Sword and the Stone Disney cartoon. The tower in the movie was where Merlin would conjure up all kinds of magic and wonder. Merlin also shared kernels of wisdom with Arthur, and I’d like to think that’s what you do for all of us. You somehow summon hope, encouragement and draw goodness seemingly out of thin air. You are remarkable, and as much as my heart hurts deeply from what has happened it is so good to know that you, people like you, and the rest of this tribe exists. Sending love, hugs, spoons, pumpkin bread, and any and all cookies to those who need it.
I super crazy love you, Jenny ♥️! The picture you drew with pen and with words is more healing to me than literally anything I’ve read this past week. (And I’ve read a lot.) Sending you a virtual hug 🤗 or twelve and a case of virtual paper-free milkbones to Dottie! 🙏
I love you times an infinity beyond our numerical understanding 💜💜💜
Depression is so HEAVY, isn't it? Pushing down desires and motivation, giving numbness headway over feeling things out.
I'm here, I'll continue to be here and I'm so grateful to be (metaphorically) besides you. My existence is a radical act, and the simple fact of knowing how to be Furiously Happy has saved my life and then some 🌻🌈✨
My first thought was "there was a dog in your fortune cookie??" and then I laughed even harder upon hearing that Dottie stole the fortune after all. Thank you for helping me smile today.
Thank you for finding the strength, because I needed to hear that from you today. I'm feeling sad, discouraged, discarded, and burdomsome, not wanting to impose my malaise on those around me, but also not wanting to be alone in it. Thank you for reaching out so that I can reach back. Thank you for not giving up. I won't either.
The number of "likes" I've seen on this post is truly humbling and touching. I take liberty to interpret each as "I see you, and I am glad you are not giving up." Even if I did misspell "burdensome," which is the pain speaking, not me! :-) I try to catch myself from making things about myself, but I see this as about us. All of us. Everyone carries a load, and sometimes we all need some help. We can do this. Thank you.
I know everyone is quoting Mary Oliver right now, but it also feels like a time for some Annie Dillard. She was talking about schedules, but it applies to Art as well: "a peace and a haven set into the wreck of time; it is a lifeboat on which you find yourself, decades later, still living.”
I love Annie Dillard. Such a good reminder.
Hello dearest Jenny and internet friends. Know that my family and I are thinking of….everyone really, and praying. Jenny, we cannot fathom how you must be feeling especially in regards to Hailey.
Words can’t really express how sorry I am that this has happened. Perhaps it was very silly of me to be so optimistic, but I was so shocked by the election results that I crumpled into the floor in tears and almost threw up. Someone compared it to reliving the shock of 9/11 in real time and that’s exactly how it has felt for me. My husband and I have been reeling for the past week. We’ve had sudden bouts of crying when we just hold each other. It’s particularly hard because we’re in a mostly red area, so much so that our neighbor (who has a history of being acutely disrespectful to us) has been strutting around the complex in a Trump hat all week. Sometimes it’s easy to feel dejected and alone.
However, your latest drawing is a deeply relatable and affirming salve in such times. The tower you drew reminds me of the tower in The Sword and the Stone Disney cartoon. The tower in the movie was where Merlin would conjure up all kinds of magic and wonder. Merlin also shared kernels of wisdom with Arthur, and I’d like to think that’s what you do for all of us. You somehow summon hope, encouragement and draw goodness seemingly out of thin air. You are remarkable, and as much as my heart hurts deeply from what has happened it is so good to know that you, people like you, and the rest of this tribe exists. Sending love, hugs, spoons, pumpkin bread, and any and all cookies to those who need it.
I feel like I cried it out in 2016. Not now. Chin is up. Cookies are ready.
Same here. Still depressed, but bring it dammit!
Dorothy Barker is an anti depressant! What a great way to celebrate
If not for my black English Labrador Alvin I might just sink into oblivion 😆. Dogs. Who’s gonna try to love and live without one ?!!’
I super crazy love you, Jenny ♥️! The picture you drew with pen and with words is more healing to me than literally anything I’ve read this past week. (And I’ve read a lot.) Sending you a virtual hug 🤗 or twelve and a case of virtual paper-free milkbones to Dottie! 🙏
I love you times an infinity beyond our numerical understanding 💜💜💜
Depression is so HEAVY, isn't it? Pushing down desires and motivation, giving numbness headway over feeling things out.
I'm here, I'll continue to be here and I'm so grateful to be (metaphorically) besides you. My existence is a radical act, and the simple fact of knowing how to be Furiously Happy has saved my life and then some 🌻🌈✨
Thank you for this 💙
This post touched my heart. Just what I needed this week. Thank you.
My first thought was "there was a dog in your fortune cookie??" and then I laughed even harder upon hearing that Dottie stole the fortune after all. Thank you for helping me smile today.
Thank you EVER so much for your words at the moment I really needed them. Feeling abandoned does not mean abandoning ourselves. NEVERMORE.
Thank you, Jenny. Hope you feel better soon, but I’m in the same boat and it’s probably wishful thinking. ❤️
Cookies and milkbones for all. 💗 Sending much love back at ya!!
Thank you for always sharing the words, and the Art, that brings light and support to us all.
Thanks for every word, Jenny.
The fortune vs doggo made me laugh and I really appreciate that.
Hugs.
Finding the right words out of this deeply felt emotion and yes, grief, is difficult. I’m grateful for your image and words.