Some art friends have been doing Zentangles. I really liked the look and thought it might be something that can be done to relax and not have to think about it.
So I bought a sketch book and it sat until a couple nights ago when I watched some YouTube Videos and then got to it.
4 pages in and I'm frustrated. Zentangles are harder to do than it looks. For me anyway. So then I started practicing just drawing a circle within a circle and boy do I suck...
New page, try again and I look at the first thing I did and it looks like a big toe. So now I'm thinking, "Cool, I can draw a big toe" Let's draw another one. Ooof, nope. 2nd one doesn't look like a toe, it looks like aliens or those hmmm, I forget what they are called now so nevermind.
Now I'm not trying to draw Zentangles and drawing whatever it is that I'm drawing... aliens, toes....
This is the result.
Now off to try to Zentangle lol
Rowdy wanted to play and Ronin was too busy sniffing and peeing on everything....
Not sure I want to share on fb. Lots of changes happening, some things in limbo. Been a roller coaster for a few weeks now.
Today was a magical day in the pasture! Rowdy was having the time of her life doing zoomies. Watching her race around, and tail flying, was pure joy.
Seeing her play reminds us of the simple pleasures in life. If you need a smile today, just picture her galloping, full of energy and spirit. 💖
Hi, I just rewrote my about page. Wrote it last week and lost it. 🙄
You can view it here:
https://zaviasstudio.locals.com/about
I'm looking forward to playing around in this space and getting to know you.
My short trip to Vegas showed me something I hadn’t fully seen before, my drinking hasn’t been about fun. It’s been about escape. Not from people. Not from family. But from a place that feels like it's slowly suffocating my spirit.
In Vegas, I laughed, danced, wandered, felt inspired… all without a single drop of alcohol. Why? Because the environment fed me instead of draining me.
It wasn’t the booze I craved. It was aliveness.
Now I see it clearly: when the soul-starving stops, the self-medicating does too.
So I did a thing…
Back in the day, I used to ride a Ninja. Then life happened.... a move across two states forced a decision: ride it all the way there or sell. I sold it, thinking I’d be back in the saddle soon after settling in.
Yeah… “soon” turned into 20 years.
But guess who’s back on two wheels?
Here’s to rediscovering freedom, one ride at a time.
And may my stress be taken away… like Calgon, but louder and with a little more throttle. 🏍️✨
