Dreams like Water Droplets

6/26/17 Notes to Myself: Dreams, like water droplets cling to the slippery, sharp edge like water droplets. Waiting to fall or evaporate into something else. Yet there they are so beautiful from the outside. Perfect in their form before they have begun to travel. Shall I go up close and look inside their shiny reflection? […]

Peanut Butter and Rice Cakes

5/24/17 Notes to Myself: When life gives you rice cakes… smother them with peanut butter? Is that what I’m doing? I’m not so sure I even like rice cakes but I’ve been eating them with peanut butter. Hmm… I love peanut butter.It reminds me of my childhood where peanut butter sandwiches were quite common. I […]

Mother’s Day and the Watercolor Paintings

5/14/17 Notes to Myself: Mother’s Day. I’m a mother with a daughter. And a daughter without a mother. At times I think I’ve felt like an empty cable car. It’s hard to remember what my mother looked like it’s been so long since her passing. I was 24. Last night I remembered some watercolor paintings […]

A Sketch Book Life

3/30/17 Notes to Myself: Got my sketchbook out this week because I was given a free set of Charvin Water Soluable Pastel Sticks. I’m not a pastel artist but I thought I would give it whirl. It was fun and frustrating trying to navigate the colors, lines,textures etc. And then where does the water fit […]

Food for the Soul?

3/24/17 Notes to Myself: Is comfort food, food for the soul? I’m not so sure it’s been good for mine or very comforting. At least not in the way I needed. And there’s been so much I’ve needed to comfort throughout the course of my life. Food seemed to be my friend and patient companion […]

Honesty…

3/14/17 Notes to Myself:I feel naked. When I step off that cliff of protection, armor and shield I am exposed. It’s scary, real and uncluttered. I liken this to standing on the platform posing, stripped of all clothing. It’s raw and beautiful. Wrapping my arms around myself. Timid to bare all. Afraid of what others […]

A Textured Life

2/10/2017Oh how textured my life has become. A rich beautiful weave of experience. Not unlike branches and leaves of a tree mingling all together. Colors dance in the background adding a layer of magic and depth. The leaves apex start to shift direction seeking more color,changing their course of growth. Slowly, the fabric that’s woven […]