www.pencilfox.com – the online journal of a coyote girl.

burning life.

this morning i set out on a simple task to find a small cardboard box in which to store my growing postage stamp collection. once i opened the doors to storage, the closet here in my art room, i knew how i was going to spend the day. or how i…

Posted on August 19, 2017August 19, 2017 by angelojones by angelojones

five things friday.

1. yes. still friday here, in the hinterlands of alaska. 2. wrote pages upon pages this morning, studying chromatin, chroma, colour. 3. all to say, she was a body of light that carried chroma and colour in her chromosomes. 4. sleep ain't coming and i must still drive to…

Posted on August 12, 2017 by angelojones by angelojones

taking it all in.

we took a little road trip. rollee home living. i never quite understood the attraction of owning a recreational vehicle, but now i do. one can travel and still have the comforts of home. we loaded up the pencilfox family, all five of us. me and him and the dog and the other dog and…

Posted on August 6, 2017August 8, 2017 by angelojones by angelojones

14 days later.

we had the discussion, one time, once upon a time. an exchange about love. i hope you feel so much tender space for your heart to feel exactly the way it needs to feel on any given moment. and any time you don't, please know this : you are love. and you are well loved. you…

Posted on July 27, 2017July 27, 2017 by angelojones by angelojones

….and, then.

i'd been waiting for my sign from her. and then i got it, this morning, as i sat painting feathers. it's not about the brush, it's about the lightness of your touch, it's about prayer and intent...... **********

Posted on July 22, 2017July 22, 2017 by angelojones by angelojones

me and my best good friends.

i spent days on end lost in grief and sorrow. i needed to find myself again. i needed to just be. a rare beautiful blue sky day took us up coyote hill. we weeded and hoe'd. we took rests and drank water. we sauntered into the prayer flag forest. and one of us thieved…

Posted on July 13, 2017July 14, 2017 by angelojones by angelojones

with me.

mister jones knows me well. i thought we had said our goodbyes, i thought that i had sent him on his way for his halibut fishing trip, but after i had settled myself back at the painting table, the front doorbell rang. there he is, standing at the door, holding a…

Posted on July 11, 2017 by angelojones by angelojones

working meditation.

what does one do when a beloved friend is journeying through the unknown? i do what i do best :: pile on all [or most all] the umber dove jewelry i possess. grow silent. muster up all the powers i can and send them to her in thought and meditation. paint. paint some more. because, when…

Posted on June 30, 2017 by angelojones by angelojones

oh, well.

it's been a day of oh, well. it's been a day of feeling like this sure the fuck ain't my day. a person like myself with extremely high standards usually hits the wall of give-in-and-shrug-it-off. good enough is where i end up. but, yet, then again, i must remember to extend to myself the same grace and…

Posted on June 19, 2017June 20, 2017 by angelojones by angelojones

working through it.

i don't know what i'm working through, but it feels a lot like grief. a friend's news, and then my sister's cat suddenly dying -- the feeling just ain't passing. it feels a lot like an intense need for self care. my friend introduced me to watercolours, and now it is my medicine.…

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