Day 21 Prompt

Draw and write. Give yourself a super power.

Day 20 Prompt

What’s a belief you’re fully committed to? Write first. Then draw. Or vice versa.

Notes: I wrote first. Mistake. Now I don’t feel like drawing. My beliefs seem to be all quite pessimistic, and to be honest, I’m not fully committed to what I’ve written, except for the opening two sentences: “I am. I believe that I exist.” Okay, good start, Carrie. Well, here are my excuses. I’ve been sick. I’m still tired. But I’m on the mend! I’ve made a to-do list! And here’s a belief that I can fully back: it’s dark by 5:30PM and I believe the light will be coming back soon.

xo, Carrie

Day 19 Prompt

Draw and write. Something you used to love that you now feel differently about.

Notes: This prompt sparked nothing I could think of. Inside my imagination, inside my mind, lives the possibility of everything I’ve ever loved, even those things I haven’t partaken of for decades and never will again (like smoking cigarettes), or habits long broken (like sleeping till noon), or claims of who or what I am (like being a night owl). I can still remember loving those things, or claiming those things as mine, and therefore, though I no longer love nor make such claims, I cannot say that I feel differently about them — what I felt remains in me. If I’d need to access it to write a story or empathize with someone else, that love is etched in me. Or that complicated tangle of emotions, of which love is a part. What I drew has nothing to do with this. I just had fun drawing it.

xo, Carrie

Day 18 Prompt

Draw and write. Something you received that you did not ask for.

Notes: Well, my RSS feed does not currently have enough credits to send these posts to my lovely mailing list, so they’re living here, and a version of them lives on IG and FB, and there’s no way I’m solving for this between now and  the holidays. I drew a picture today! So I’m on the mend. Praise be! I reflected on my body — this amazing container I was given, the gift of life on earth in human form. Sometimes a hard gift to accept, being mortal. But it’s how we come to experience all that we get to, here, through our senses, and filtered through our heart, our guts, our mind, and maybe (I believe this) our spirit. Also, I don’t know why I have long dangling blue frog legs in today’s drawing. It’s weird. I let it be weird.

xo, Carrie

Day 17 Prompt

Visualize someone who is gone. Draw them with you now. What are you saying to each other?