I Don’t Know

4/20/17 Notes to Myself: I don’t know. And sometimes that feels scary. Sometimes it feels like I don’t know where I’m going but I don’t think about that too long. When I’m creating that seems to disappear into the atmosphere and there’s a great peace within my soul. Maybe I can be a flower. I’m […]

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 […]

Beauty in the Present

9/28/16 Notes to Myself: “When I can live fully in each moment, I can open myself to beauties that might otherwise escape me entirely. The more attuned I am to what is really going on right now, which means unhooking my mind from preoccupation with the past and worry about the future, the freer I […]


9/07/16 Notes to Myself: “All events of our lives are threads, weaving a pattern that is unfolding by design. Each experience is equal to every other experience. We shouldn’t cling to any one of them, or shrink from any. It’s their sum that makes us who we are. Each of us a mosaic unto ourselves. […]


In my meanderings at a park yesterday I came upon this Coke bottle with daffodils sitting on a picnic table almost beckoning to be noticed. With no people in sight I wondered who might have put it there and why.  It drew me in to ponder more closely the evidence of it’s presence. My intention […]