Oh. damn. That was appropriate. Jesseca and Brian went for a walk along the trails out back and brought back a couple of young trees to transplant. One is a nice Oak. I didn't do much but did get out there in time to help a little, first tree planted. I was sending it vibes and visualizations of roots reaching out, the vast resource of the Earth beneath it, reaching up, seeing it cycle through the branches and leaves, a cycle the tree will be a part of, strong and thriving, nurturing. Does it help? Does it work? Hell if I know, but trees do have psychic links all their own. Don't scoff, it's been studied. Look it up. I did that with two trees and a bush at home (unhappy sigh) that were dying, and they flourished. I had to leave them behind, of course.
Mom had been concerned about them and was happy they lived. I was trying not to think too much about that as we were replanting this tree.
I just realized it's Mother's Day. The first since. I think this Oak will make it. If it doesn't I don't wanna know. If the new owners back home rip out all the trees and bushes, I don't want to know that either.
Dana said this can be got through. She spoke from personal experience. I wish I could talk with her, bot for my sake and for hers. Not about us, just...about getting by. Just as friends. I wish she trusted me with her story. She knows I'd listen, and she knows I'd hear it.
Hopefully I'll work on Pope Francis today but if I do it will be because I force myself. Which I damn well should, I know it. It's necessary, it's money. For art's sake I'm not feeling it, which can't play a factor on this. I have to put that away. If I were established then maybe I could take a day or so aside. So close. Just a day or so. Pellgrino will be easy and must be done in the brightest light for the delicacy of the shading. Hand should be teased out the way I did the face and forehead (which also isn't finished yet).
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