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and a big thank you to all of you for your readership and support.

dawn

transition
knocks on your head and your heart
and beckons you to
enter the dance between
the knowing and the unknown...
to dance the life change.

you live out the confusions
until
they become
clear........anais nin

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at what point does a moment become a memory?

breathing in the start of a new week
hope yours is a good one

flowers are the very soul of nature

we
always find our
way.
even when we are finding
ways
we
didn't know
we
were
finding.

well.....
i've gone and done it.
i've asked questions.
seemingly innocent questions....
or so i thought.

i've always heard that it's good to ask questions.....
to explore the world around you and find out the things that you want to know.
but then i got answers. 
and
they weren't the answers that i wanted to hear,
seems the universe decided that i needed to hear them anyway.
in plain english.
loudly.

i've had to really listen......
actively listen.
until my ears bleed.

but i'm still listening.

and i'm probably not going to ask any more questions.
well.....
i'll be sure to find the bandaids first at least.

wishing all of you love and light this christmas season and throughout the year

even when we are stripped bare,
life emerges.

happy hauntings all!

P
is for pumpkins
three in a row.

Q
is for quiet
teaching my soul to grow.

the only thing constant is change

there are days when walking is the best way to get where you're going.
and days when only a car will do.
sometimes we need a plane to get there,
or a boat,
or a train.
but
the days that you take a bike to get where you're going....?
those are the days that you remember the most.

i don't have time,
time has me.
although i sometimes run from it,
it finds me anyway.
and if i go purposely looking for it,
i can only find it in the most unlikely places.

i struggle to fit in,
and yet,
i struggle to stand out.
i'm not sure which the answer is,
but maybe,
it lies
in the struggle
itself?

whenever i leave,
it's in the hopes that i'll return to a better me.


i will be away for about 2 weeks
and i wish you all well. ox

my very talented sister in law and i collaborated on a project to honor our mother in law when she passed away in march. the poem was written by joan hanna and i had the honor of illustrating it. please check out her amazing writing here

honored to be interviewed here

to those......
those incredible women out there
who care willingly,
joyfully,
who multi-task efficiently,
and let go bravely,
mentor carefully,
laugh heartily,
listen intently,
love fiercely,
who settle squabbles peacefully,
run errands constantly,
rock their babes tenderly,
wipe noses endlessly,
shuttle service tirelessly,
hug tightly,
they worry deeply,
and question themselves daily,
but they mother incredibly,
to
the sisterhood of women out there
we call mom


gratefully.