after the snowstorm drive early last Sunday morning, I kept wondering Why? (besides toughening me up to driving in said weather to make it to both my second semester in pottery and the first of the month Irish Session at the Port Tavern in Newburyport with Eamon Coyne).
in order to dig deeper (this was message from tarot readings after visiting the french bull dog I had already named “Phoebe” even though Tru , his other nickname I gave him as he had been previously named “Trooper” is a he) I had to go thru four other possible inquiries. In the way it occurred, I was offered a doodle dog, then turned away, I dug into the realization that yes, I would love another Boston Terrier after all. And also, I decided against getting a rescue dog.
Through a string of seemingly random movements, I think I may have ended up with the true dog. In the process, I descended into doubt for too long and then had to consciously release some kind of astral demonic sucker on thing that showed up in this latest painting. As per usual, once I spot a demon, I can release it by covering it over in white and silver watercolor, saying “I release you” and also clearing my energy, my doubt, sadness, futility, desperation, basically all the heavy overstayed emotions that shout “come eat my loosh!” This is an ongoing event that I see no end to in this body, on this planet. Whilst I am on this planet and dealing with my emotions, sometimes, I just hit overwhelm and lose my clear state of being. It is a common occurrence, dare I say, I fear.
To bring things to the present, after three Boston Terrier inquiries I learned a lot. Possibly one was a scam, and I know a month ago while looking for a BT, I was approached in messenger and it was a scam. Don’t forget the name “Phoebe” as my life happened.
Backstory: I had picked up an Icelandic Sheepdog and brought her home. I asked my son what to name her. He said “Frida.” Six months later the breeder said oh I thought you named her Frida because her mother’s name is Disa Frida.
The fourth Boston Terrier breeder I found on the AKC website (discovered Through one of my phone calls with a Vermont breeder). She had one female left. She is only fifteen miles from me and the mother of the litter is Phoebe.
Phoebe
in that exact spelling. Not Phebe.
Singingland studios 