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 […]

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 […]

Freedom

3/10/17 Notes to Myself:Freedom I feel it! It’s like facing the wind and letting my petals flex without fear. It’s not outside myself it is within. I can stop looking for it. It’s here. Smiling, vibrant and strong. I won’t be swept away into nothingness. I will be liberated from all that is temporary and […]

Comparing Shadows…

3/2/17 Notes to Myself:Comparing, shadows depletes my soul. It discourages my true spirit and that of others, always. It’s a harm I do to myself when I practice it. And it invalidates everyone’s unique and precious potential, including my own. I read recently… “My experiences will directly reflect my thoughts.” I rather my experiences not […]

White Slats and Winter

1/25/2017 Notes to Myself: How is it the white slats of my Adirondack Chair are glistening in the sun at the end of January? It’s beautiful but I don’t like it. Not for now! Not for January. Where is my winter? My snow? Is it among these slats of white? Or has it slipped through […]

A Geographical Cure

1/18/2017 Notes to Myself: Did you ever have the urge to move to someplace new or to start over somewhere new? During the course of my life I guess I’ve had those urges. The one place I always thought I would like to move to is Maine. It’s such a beautiful state. What I’ve learned […]

Life and Death

12/13/16 Notes to Myself: Life and death seem to do this dance that I’m not sure I always like being a part of. But I am. A present witness to it all. In the midst of mourning the loss of a treasured friend I simultaneously notice all the new experiences birthing themselves around me. That’s […]