Today I decided to set aside my household duties and take the time to paint a kindness rock.
I sat down in front of the bag I have of rocks to choose the right one. They were collected months ago and looking at them evoked mixed memories of joy and sadness. I pushed the sad cloud away from my mind and focused on imagining something pretty and colorful to capture on it.
I opened my box of acrylic markers and discovered to my chagrin that some of them have dry tips. I have used them very little and keep them in a cool place, out of the air and out of the sun. Conclusion...they are of lousy quality and the worst thing is that I don't think they are cheap...well...whatever. There are still a lot of usable ones left (the box brought 60) what I must propose to use them more often 馃槈.
The event that inspired me is sad, but I know that this detail of light among so much shadow will be welcome. Since last Friday I have a friend hospitalized with suspicion of an ectopic pregnancy. It would be her second, in the first one she lost a fallopian tube. The probabilities of losing the other tube are high and her dreams of having a child of her own, something she longs for with all her heart, would be cut short.
She is like a big girl, she likes flowers, sparkly things and lots of pink, so I will try to put a little bit of each on this rock. I will also write a positive message on it.
Now I think of Amonet, who paints her rocks so professionally, like little works of art. Me no matter how hard I try I can't stop painting like school work (from the first grades) 馃ぃ. Drawing has always given me lousy, luckily the crafts I make do not take much drawing and when it gets complicated I make use of some tools to facilitate my task 馃槣.
This rock is ready, it will arrive tomorrow to its recipient and I hope it carries all the good vibes of the universe in it.
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