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?

?

Honor beings


Walking to work there was a tiny dead baby mouse on the parking lot


The tiny mouse on the hard black top tugged at me and I was compelled to snap a photo.  Knowing she would feed some other hungry baby I left the mouse there. 

After sketching her, the art looked so bleak and for days it bothered me. So I changed the story and gave her an umbrella of flowers to rest under. 

Hopefully I do the same in life. 

Protect 

Nourish 

Give people a place to rest, or a strong shoulder to lean on

Hopefully 

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 

Persevere 


My husband died of a brain tumor 19 years ago. This was one of his favorite sayings. 

When I feel as though I’m in a slog-fest with bits, pieces or the entire world I remember this…. and him

❤️

Remembering 


So many moments I swore I’d never forget. When did they slip away?

Friends faces,

The smell of a lover’s skin,

The anguish of a first love lost.

The enchantment of watching The Nutcracker Suite live for the first time. 

Perhaps not lost, just momentarily misplaced.

Welcome back dear friends