a visual journal, of sorts.
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
“People are hard to hate close up. Move in. Speak truth to bullshit. Be civil. Hold hands. With strangers. Strong back. Soft Front, Wild heart.” — brene brown, braving wilderness( via the moontimes digest /mosaiceye) the news has been all over the place…we are still in the midst of a pandemic and all sorts of… Continue reading
I made this this morning while my fake coffee was settling itself. Yes, it turns out caffeine and my nerves are just mortal enemies. I used a sketchbook( my sons) I found on the kitchen floor and some watercolors (also my sons I found on the deck) However, this is not about me. or art… Continue reading
I wrote a post for this blog. Only to find myself switching blog platforms and trying to merge blogs…this used a lot of brain power and somewhere along the way i lost what i wrote. I have to tell you, i thought the writing was quite beautiful and i wish i was one of those… Continue reading
What i want to tell you is that life has been so strange these past six months. Not in a bad way. In a wonderfully hard way. Healing requires a bit of elbow grease and loads of self-compassion. Some days are better than others. Some days, I forget I was ever “sick” and then other… Continue reading
There is glory in smallness.I am learning this as I explore what creative practice means to me .It is so easy to get wrapped up in what everyone else is doing but true freedom comes in learning and honoring whatever works for me…in this season of life.I am learning|How to leave space.To explore.To start again.To… Continue reading
the truth is I can’t keep up. I don’t know how I use to paint every night when the toddler was a baby. maybe it was just excitement but lately, I can really go ages without picking up a paintbrush. I am sort of relieved that it is not an obsession anymore and also perplexed.… Continue reading
there has been this nutty thought looming in my head about getting rid of most of my old journals. Or just keeping the ones that mean something to me or cutting out the pieces that do. when I think about all the things I’ve created I am happy I have created them but rarely do… Continue reading