a visual journal, of sorts.
“Gratitude is the food life”- londrelle The sun is shining and I am here. Words are here, too but I have returned to myself more and my mind is no longer full of them. That is a blessing. So here I am. Watching the elm tree outside grow towards the light. sometimes the little leaves… Continue reading
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.
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.
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.
flowers, art, kiddos(not pictured), summer heat (felt), fake s’mores , head wraps , cold brew (and hot brew), sooo much laundry, ice cream and the Potomac under our feet. poems sleeping in the corner with dappled light and nosey cats.
today is another rainy day. I am here writing on my actual computer because my tablet seems to have major limitations when it comes to the website. I am not complaining. just saying….I have not been willing to sit down and write here in a while but here I am. looking out at the elm… Continue reading
View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize We can impose beauty on our future – Lorraine Hansberry * I deleted some apps… Continue reading