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 

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

Always hope

It’s so easy to lose hope with all that is happening right now. 

To feel abandoned and alone.

And then you discover a kindred soul also in search of hope.

With hope we will survive 

Stitching a life

It is in the small moments,

Blue skies, blooming roses,

Dark chocolate,

The gentle pat on the back from a friend,

Mixed with service to others, Monday morning blahs, and gut wrenching heartbreak that all come together to create a life of meaning and joy.

Oh, and fresh strawberries eaten in the sunshine 

Shed the bad

Sometimes we get so caught in remembering the hurt people have inflicted on us we lose sight of everything else.

I’d rather spend my time remembering the honey sweet strawberries 🍓 eaten yesterday than the meanness lobbed my way over the years

Fresh strawberries are just starting to appear

 🍓❤️