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Description
Personal vent piece.
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When the house was sold out from under us and we ended up tent living on our empty property out in the middle of nowhere, it split everything I knew right down the middle. There’s no words in any language to describe how it feels.

I hope this does.
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...weird shit is happening in my life and I am struggling to understand it.
On one hand, we are at rock bottom; no home and in the middle of nowhere trying to survive record heat on a plot with no trees.
On the other; this camper, this art show; literally fall into my lap when I have the least amount of ability to communicate with anyone anywhere.
I don’t know if the show will be a good thing or not but it’s a few hours and I need to do this for myself; whether I sale anything or not.

On one hand; I’ve lost the ability to communicate and scan art and use reliable internet.
On the other; I’ve figured out a way to build the best restart I’ve had yet on DA and got found by the people running the art show without most modern conveniences.

On one hand; I’ve been removed from 90% of my things; from clothing to ritual supplies, books, furniture...
On the other; I’m sitting here in a camper with a chair, a place to sleep, placement for my most important things and am reconnecting to the wolf/shaman/storm now more than in the last half dozen years combined.

I want to say I’m a firm believer in “everything happens for a reason” even if you cannot see that ‘reason’ for years to come...but I believe anyone who says they are a firm believer in anything to be an idiot. Why? Our beliefs change as our perspective grows and is always slightly slanted by bias. Nothing in life is firm. It’s fluid; always morphing, always moving...but I have to believe there’s a reason for what happened to us.

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Why we lost the house, why we ended up out here in a tent and a camper that’s only younger than me by a few months...why the dogs are made to go through this. Why? I guess that’s the human in me. The inexhaustible search for WHY.
The wolf rolls it’s eyes and wanders on. It does what it does because that’s what it does. It needs little more.
The shaman reaches for the messages and guidance of newly refound elements and is detached from most else; seeking knowledge in all experiences - good or bad.
The storm...ah, the storm. It is what it is and there is no why other than it is needed; it is natural. It rolls over all petty things and their troubles and worries not about damage or direction. It. Just. IS.

Trying to find my place in what I can only call lamely “chaos” has been the most difficult thing I’ve come up against in my life. It trumps trying to survive my childhood and even the assault that came later. It dwarfs the pain I’ve felt in kidney failure and uterine biopsy in a way that is both physical and spiritual. And spirit?

I have never been tested like we are being now and almost lost myself out here. That scares me to no end nor description...
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I may color this...not sure yet.
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Image and Simple Form/Character (c) TheLightningLounge
NOT for free t-shirt designs, wallpapers or anything else!
Most DEFINITELY NOT for you to call your own!
If you are interested in a commission or my art usage, please contact me at StormLyriksArt@gmail.com
THANK YOU! ☯️

Description
Personal vent piece.
.
When the house was sold out from under us and we ended up tent living on our empty property out in the middle of nowhere, it split everything I knew right down the middle. There’s no words in any language to describe how it feels.

I hope this does.
.

...weird shit is happening in my life and I am struggling to understand it.
On one hand, we are at rock bottom; no home and in the middle of nowhere trying to survive record heat on a plot with no trees.
On the other; this camper, this art show; literally fall into my lap when I have the least amount of ability to communicate with anyone anywhere.
I don’t know if the show will be a good thing or not but it’s a few hours and I need to do this for myself; whether I sale anything or not.

On one hand; I’ve lost the ability to communicate and scan art and use reliable internet.
On the other; I’ve figured out a way to build the best restart I’ve had yet on DA and got found by the people running the art show without most modern conveniences.

On one hand; I’ve been removed from 90% of my things; from clothing to ritual supplies, books, furniture...
On the other; I’m sitting here in a camper with a chair, a place to sleep, placement for my most important things and am reconnecting to the wolf/shaman/storm now more than in the last half dozen years combined.

I want to say I’m a firm believer in “everything happens for a reason” even if you cannot see that ‘reason’ for years to come...but I believe anyone who says they are a firm believer in anything to be an idiot. Why? Our beliefs change as our perspective grows and is always slightly slanted by bias. Nothing in life is firm. It’s fluid; always morphing, always moving...but I have to believe there’s a reason for what happened to us.

————————————————————————

Why we lost the house, why we ended up out here in a tent and a camper that’s only younger than me by a few months...why the dogs are made to go through this. Why? I guess that’s the human in me. The inexhaustible search for WHY.
The wolf rolls it’s eyes and wanders on. It does what it does because that’s what it does. It needs little more.
The shaman reaches for the messages and guidance of newly refound elements and is detached from most else; seeking knowledge in all experiences - good or bad.
The storm...ah, the storm. It is what it is and there is no why other than it is needed; it is natural. It rolls over all petty things and their troubles and worries not about damage or direction. It. Just. IS.

Trying to find my place in what I can only call lamely “chaos” has been the most difficult thing I’ve come up against in my life. It trumps trying to survive my childhood and even the assault that came later. It dwarfs the pain I’ve felt in kidney failure and uterine biopsy in a way that is both physical and spiritual. And spirit?

I have never been tested like we are being now and almost lost myself out here. That scares me to no end nor description...
.
I may color this...not sure yet.
.

Image and Simple Form/Character (c) TheLightningLounge
NOT for free t-shirt designs, wallpapers or anything else!
Most DEFINITELY NOT for you to call your own!
If you are interested in a commission or my art usage, please contact me at StormLyriksArt@gmail.com
THANK YOU! ☯️