As much as I resist the colors, the scribbles and the faces just find their way here. I don’t know what I have it on my mind to make when I sit down but right now these are the things my soul speaks onto the page.
This week has been so full already. Managing needs. Expectations. My own. Others. Here we are though. The leaves are starting to return to their true colors. This morning our hair was kissed by a sweet breeze. The sky is falling. Around us. The branches still have us in their house.here we are just waiting… Continue reading
Find little tremors of beauty in the day. In the camera roll. Open the window. Go outside before it gets too hot. Let things drop and roll. Gather your thoughts and prayers for your family and your world. Let them sing with the crickets over the green. Let it be. as it is. Okay.
The biggest disadvantage of this little brick house is that on very cloudy days the internet is the pits. The hubby claims clouds and weather has nothing to do with cables and fibers and that seems very logical but I still disagree. Having lived in these walls for almost six years I know a few… Continue reading
I’ve been enjoying just picking this (current) sketchbook up and playing when I get a free moment …usually at night or in the morning…tbh. Anyways, there is about no expectations just helps me keep showing up. It’s good to have a little flow after a bit of a break.
This a little journal my hubby and oldest little got for me ….I was not sure how I was going to use it. Not using one side of the paper feels almost nutty but it helps with the whole messy transfer thing…which could be nixed with fixative but whose got time for that… I will… Continue reading