Everyone has something in their life that they realize they missed out on.
No matter the wonder and beauty in life , all of us know that there was something that either slipped away or was never even a possibility.
On quiet evenings we take those regrets out, sigh, and then remember all the goodness that surrounds us. After an moment of introspection we tuck those thoughts away until next time
And smile a wistful smile
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And then one day you realize that life is just a tiny bit easier. Some of the heavy slogging is behind you, some of the self doubt and second guessing is over, and suddenly the sun is shining a wee bit brighter.
It’s been a tough couple of months but maybe summer is ready to enter my heart ❤️
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There are friends around me who are despairing of the current situation.
This helps no one.
The only way we can make needed changes is for everyone to pull together, full strength, to overcome the evil being done.
Because, to steal a line from the other side, all lives matter. Black, brown, beige, immigrant, children, elderly matter just as much as middle age white men.
It’s time to put the power with the masses, not the money.
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“Everyone has a story that will break your heart. And, if you’re really paying attention most people have a story that will bring you to your knees” Brene Brown
We have been trained to pretend that everything is wonderful. If anyone asks how we are we say “oh I’m fine, how are you”.
When did this happen? How did it become weak to acknowledge our lives are imperfect? Believe me, if the clerk at the grocery store asks, yep tell them you’re great. But we do this with real friends, family and spouses.
There must be a way to break the perfection myth without seeming like a complainer.
What do you think?
It’s been a long time since I posted here. Not because of laziness, but because this blog never felt genuine to me.
I’ve been hiding behind platitudes and cute sketches, over the next few weeks this blog will re-emerge as a more truthful statement
It would be interesting to discover how many children who waited in vain for a hero to come and save them became heroes themselves.
I bet a whole lot of children who were neglected, abused or assaulted decided to create a better world for someone else.
Decided to right the wrongs done to them by stepping in to make sure history didn’t repeat.
Rewrites the story for someone else.
There’s comfort in that for me
If you are indignant about people kneeling is silent protest but not about the inequalities in this country, ask yourself why.
As a kid I remember being taunted with “dirty Jew” and other phrases. But I have a choice, I’m white, no one needs to know I’m a minority. Though to be honest, I “look like a Jew” with kinky hair and olive skin. People with skin other than beige have no choice. We shouldn’t have to try and hide our heritage.
Everyone pontificating about the sanctity of the national anthem should stop for a moment and think about worrying about your child every time they left the house just because they are a minority.
Just think about it,
And then get off your soap box so you can help fix this damned mess
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?
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.
Give people a place to rest, or a strong shoulder to lean on
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