routine?
Okay, so life is going along going along going along. Park time, woods walk time, feeding time, that expected routine. Day in day out. Slight shifts. Nothing major. Then… what’s this? Someone else taking me to the dog park? And…
with
I don’t know why I had to draw this image. Or maybe I do. Maybe I wanted to be the one swinging. Or the one upside down. Or just with. The word “with” has taken on a new dimension for…
smooshed
All smooshed together on the bench. Now… not so much. Unless you’re already smooshed, don’t do it. Right? But we love the smoosh. The flesh on flesh touch. Some of us do. My mother wasn’t one of them. Oh no.…
baby
My brain is on the theme of babies. This drawing of young ones hints at babies much older than little Artemis. Artemis. “Temy”. A sweet infant. All wrapped up, swaddled in a blanket. He’s a blessed newborn. My mind hears…
present tense
Remember yesterday? So much happens in a day now. And it makes each moment matter in a way I have not experienced in my life up til now except in short bursts. Present tense. Present. Tense. I have felt some…
listening
I had about 10 minutes of time for art today – but thought I’d share that image anyway. Listening. As we go through this time. We are being asked to listen. Intently, at times. Yeah. I can’t say I like…
“today…”
When my children were young, we had a dinner table ritual of asking each one to share about their day. We’d go around the table and, one after another, hope to hear a bit from each. Together. Sharing. Talking. Ariella,…
meantime
Someone else has been taking the pooch to the park. Giving her a good walk. Bringing her back. Life one day. Not the same the next. But Peaches, she’s okay. Soaking up the added love. On the 18th of March…
the low low down
It was like this… And then, it wasn’t. We went different ways. We left home. And all this complexity that life is came at us full blown. I left for Colorado. Hippies. Hitch hiking. Skiing: many traveling in dubious transport…
tha low down
“Lemme tell you…” “Hey! Get this…” “I bet you didn’t know…” Girl talk. talk talk talk. Taaaaaalk. I grew up in a family of 5 girls (one boy). Let’s not mention my growing up in Virginia, going to an all…