The reason I'm asking is I'm thinking about painting myself to look like this. Wouldn't that be cute?
Because honestly, somedays I feel just like a chicken feeder. Don't you?
It's the constant peck, peck, pecking that depletes all my cracked corn, you know?
Is that a weird analogy?
So this afternoon instead of painting myself to look like a vintage chicken feeder I decided instead to escape the ringing phones and the knocking at the door and the dog barking and go out to my little herb garden. I snipped and cut and did some of my winter pruning under the pale blue Arizona winter sky.
The air was perfumed with the cuttings of heliotrope and scented geraniums.
And then I sat on the little brick wall and with my lavender, basil and thyme scented hands I peeled a perfect orange picked from the neighbors tree.
That sublime burst of sunny freshness and the warm sun on my upturned face soothed the chaos in my mind. The words of Anne Frank came to mind...“The best remedy for those who are unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.”
I sat for a while longer. A bird rustled in the glossy leaves of the orange trees. Far off I could hear the laugh of a child.
The potential of acrylic body paint was momentarily forgotten.
But just so I can be prepared, what do you think? Would it be safe? And should I paint a chicken on my face or would that really just be too much?
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