i will listen to you when you speak.
but more importantly, i will listen to you when you don't.
transition knocks on your head and your heart
and beckons you to
enter the dance between
the knowing and the unknown...
to dance the life change.
at what point does a moment become a memory?
breathing in the start of a new week
hope yours is a good one
flowers are the very soul of nature
we
always find our
way.
even when we are finding
ways
we
didn't know
we
were
finding.
wishing all of you love and light this christmas season and throughout the year
even when we are stripped bare,
life emerges.
happy hauntings all!
P
is for pumpkins
three in a row.
Q
is for quiet
teaching my soul to grow.
the only thing constant is change
there are days when walking is the best way to get where you're going.
and days when only a car will do.
sometimes we need a plane to get there,
or a boat,
or a train.
but
the days that you take a bike to get where you're going....?
those are the days that you remember the most.
i don't have time,
time has me.
although i sometimes run from it,
it finds me anyway.
and if i go purposely looking for it,
i can only find it in the most unlikely places.
i struggle to fit in,
and yet,
i struggle to stand out.
i'm not sure which the answer is,
but maybe,
it lies
in the struggle
itself?
whenever i leave,
it's in the hopes that i'll return to a better me.
i will be away for about 2 weeks
and i wish you all well. ox
my very talented sister in law and i collaborated on a project to honor our mother in law when she passed away in march. the poem was written by joan hanna and i had the honor of illustrating it. please check out her amazing writing here
to those......
those incredible women out there
who care willingly,
joyfully,
who multi-task efficiently,
and let go bravely,
mentor carefully,
laugh heartily,
listen intently,
love fiercely,
who settle squabbles peacefully,
run errands constantly,
rock their babes tenderly,
wipe noses endlessly,
shuttle service tirelessly,
hug tightly,
they worry deeply,
and question themselves daily,
but they mother incredibly,
to
the sisterhood of women out there
we call mom
gratefully.
