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
1000 have died in floods this summer in India, Pakistan, Nepal and Bangladesh.
Who knows how Houston will recover, I mean the poor not the rich. Who gives a crap what ethnicity is helping what ethnicity there?
Wild fires are searing Canada and the western United States. Our sun is apocalyptic orange due to the smoke.
It is the responsibility of everyone to stop being part of the problem. At least stop using devisive words. Remove “Snowflake” and “Trumper” from your vocabulary.
If we all put as much effort into helping instead of hating, life would get a lot better for a whole lot of people.
Reinvest your energy.
Remember who you create art for.
Remember why you create it.
Remember your voice.
And then use it for good.
leave the hate for others to wallow in
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
This is so much truer than I ever thought.
Life can change in the blink of an eye.
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
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?
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?
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
So many moments I swore I’d never forget. When did they slip away?
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
When the going gets tough
The tough get going.
As many would tell you, it’s not my most endearing quality.
Unless you need me in your corner