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
Sometimes you have to leave the dissonance behind and go searching for some beauty.
You can’t win wars without resting between battles
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?
This fresh strawberry crumble is for all the single moms on Fathers Day.
My boys will tell you I was probably a better dad than I was a mom,
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
Look at the statistics.
I mean really look at the faces behind the statistics.
Children go hungry,
It haunts me
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
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
It is in the small moments,
Blue skies, blooming roses,
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