✨🧞♂️"...the protagonist of the stories is in fact destiny itself.” ~pier paolo pasolini,
filmmaker of il fiore delle mille una notte (1974)🧞♂️✨
guess what my "for one more chapter" arabian nights faerie tale feet signed reproductions and greeting cards are now LIVE on the halthegal etsy shoppe!!
you know my photography doesn't do my paintings justice, so you're gonna have to believe me that they're REALLY REALLY pretty!!
i left the rough edges of the handmade watercolour paper visible, so the reproductions kind of look like a floating manuscript page.
and i just love how they turned out!
i hope you choose to make it a part of your bedroom/library/dorm/office décor. may you find it inspiring to step into such enchanting, centuries-old tales that a woman of great cunning, beauty, and wisdom told to save all the women of her kingdom.
shop now at the etsy shoppe link in my profile.
and learn more about my intensive story research and painting process on my website: www.halthegal.art
Me lookin back on today like... I see you testing me Miss Monday. 😏
Had the most Monday-est Monday of all time. Everything seemed to be going against me, but I REFUSED to let it ruin my attitude. I just took a couple of deep breaths and kept it pushin, sister! Tomorrow is a new day!! 🌟✨
Some days I feel like superwoman doing all the things. Other days, I have to physically peel my eyes awake in the morning, drag my heavy body out of bed and push through the day. Today was one of those days. So tired in every way. .
When these days happen, I try to give myself some grace. My body, heart and mind are telling me they’ve met their max and need a break. While actual breaks aren’t really possible for me in our life, I try to do the bare minimum of what’s required to keep us all healthy, safe and happy for the day. .
That usually means iPad, messes left uncleaned, no cook meals and snacks, and lots of lounging on the couch with the girls. I did push myself to tend to some medical bills and insurance stuff that was overdue and some laundry because both girls wet their beds but that was it. The mess will wait till tomorrow. .
I’m leaning into grace more and more lately. Learning that my threshold for how much I can handle is much lower than my younger self who always had a fuller than full plate. Paying attention to my internal and physical queues that tell me its time to rest and actually doing so. The doing so is the hard part but so essential. .
I’m no good to anyone if I’m sick and can’t get out of bed. So preventative rest, in whatever way possible at the time, is what it is. This is some of my self-care. My devotional and church are others. Music, reading and taking a longer than normal shower are more. .
Self-care isn’t about shopping and manicures for me. Never has been my thing but it’s also just not possible in this life of ours. Can you imagine my kids wrecking havoc in a salon! 😅 .
So find what feels good to your soul and do more of it, whenever you can. That’s what self-care is all about to me. .
Now, back to being a couch potato after I get the girls to bed. Tomorrow is a new day.