Adversity = Gratitude

It's been a tough summer

It rained through most of June.

There has been a multitude of "stuff"
Lots of little stuff
One or two big stuffs

But I know the best way out from under "stuff" is with gratitude
For sunshine ☀️, thank you for finally getting here.
For all the two legged and four legged beings
that care about me.
And of course grateful for Boysenberries
And sunflowers
🌻

Choices 

This is so much truer than I ever thought.

Life can change in the blink of an eye.

Good choices

Bad choices 

Unexpected happenstances 

Or just choosing to change the lens you view the world through.

Today, I’m choosing a farm ripened organic strawberry len

They call it summer love 

Beginnings and endings

There had been a lot of growth during this sketchbook. Both in skill set


The black and white was done about a year ago, the watercolor was done last night.

But also growth in intention. 

Growth in self control 

Growth in forward vision

While there is a slight melancholy about the ending of this sketchbook, there is great positive energy about what comes next.

What does come next?

?

Forgive 


We are so busy forgiving everyone for everything.

Are we remembering to forgive ourselves?

Especially for things we didn’t know we didn’t know?

Happy Solstice 

What will you do

Everything we do has a ripple effect. 

For making things good.

For creating harm.

For building someone up or 

crushing them like an insignificant bug.

Which side of history (even your tiny corner of history) do you want to be on?

What is your legacy?

Hopefully my legacy is one of hope

Joy in life


During an ice storm a few years ago a beautiful old weeping cherry fell over in the yard. I left the roots and fallen stump because there was beauty in the mossy bark and it was a perfect home for Buddha 

Over the years the tree has started re-growing and the most amazing microcosm has formed. The leaves have aphids, which brings tiny black beetles who eat the aphids, which brings bushtits to eat the tiny beetles and aphids. 

Bushtits are itty bitty little birds who happily twitter in the weeping cherry not a foot from my head and bring me great joy, for which I am grateful 

Create always


If artists only showed their best art.

If singers only performed when their voices were sublime. 

If pianists only went on stage when they had perfected their craft.

Sing, dance, make imperfect art.

Every.

Damn.

Day.

Start now.

We can all create beauty.

For ourselves and everyone who lost their way

Stop


There have been many times I’ve wanted to say stop this week.

To people,

To world events,

Mostly to the atrocities and hate we seem to be heaping on each other. 

Just stop…… please