truth-telling

The Girl Who Sat in Trees

Before there were synced calendars and day planners and even before there were trapper keepers, there was a little girl who sat in trees. She sat in the trees for what felt like hours, though it might have been mere minutes. She dreamed, journal-ed and sketched. She transported to a place of joy and bliss, cradled in the crooks of maples and oaks, conversing with imaginary beings.

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motherhood

No words, just art

Two days in a row now I've sat down in the morning with my coffee and an intention to write...and two days in a row I have decided to draw and paint instead. Either way, a very good way to start the day, and I am grateful for that! I am sure the words will return soon. I… Continue reading No words, just art

loss, Seasons and Celebrations

Take time to remember

End of the Beginning by James Northrup Someone said we begin to die the minute we're born. Death is a part of life. Who knows why the Creator thins the herd. Another old saying says we must all be prepared to give up those we love or die first. Take time to mourn. Take time… Continue reading Take time to remember

miscarriage

And Then…Growth.

A few months ago my friend gave me a plumeria cutting. Even if you have never heard of Plumeria I guarantee you have seen their blossoms: they produce the beautiful flowers that are used in making Hawaiian leis. When my friend offered me a Plumeria tree cutting I jumped at the chance to grow one. Until… Continue reading And Then…Growth.