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 

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 

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

 🍓❤️

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