Barry and Brunetti make satisfying bedfellows.
I’m going to try meditating again for the second time today.
I’m on a nine-day streak with the Muse meditation headband. I still find it useful, but the past few times I’ve used it, I haven’t been able to bring my mind out of an active state. Which means the app loud wind noises in my ear the whole time, distracting me, making the whole thing counterproductive. Hopefully tonight will go smoother.
I’ve been rereading Lynda Barry’s book Syllabus after writing these nightly blog posts, and enjoying it just as much as the first time I read it. I dip into Ivan Brunetti’s book Cartooning: Philosophy and Practice too, because Barry references it in her own book so often. Both are a balm on my frazzled mind.
I don’t plan to take up cartooning any time soon, but reading their thoughtful and questioning perspectives on the practice deepens my appreciation of other people’s work.
And OK, maybe it makes my fingers itch a little. Drawing is such a peaceful, contemplative practice. Maybe that’s what I need to calm the winds.