Can you see the figure? So quiet. Resting. What a magical word that is. For the new mother, what you cherish is sleep. For yourself. For your child. And as the child gets older, you continue to appreciate those moments.…

Rock-a-by baby. That’s the first impulse. Soothe the small small being. Lulled. The brain gets surges of sweet momentum. And is eased. Then … a little older: come the swings. Pump, push, pump, push! Higher. Higher. Higher. Back Back Wind…

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…

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…

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.…

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…

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…

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…

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,…