June 2 was my 37th birthday. I didn't get a lot of material things, but I had a great weekend spent with family. At the end of the weekend, while I was running errands, I came across a tiny sketchbook. Now, I'm not a great artist of any kind, but I love to doodle. At least, I did for many years. I stopped, not because I grew to dislike it, but because my depression and my plethora of mental illness problems seemed to have blocked my creativity. So I bought this little book and went to work.
The drawings are simple, but to me they represent sigils of peace, love, protection, and rebirth. I haven't drawn much this past week as I've been busy with other things, but I'm making time to look through it every day, whether I draw in it or not, to feel the energy I put in these doodles.
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