joy

Joy. Waiting to be filled. Right? Don’t you put joy at like the TOP of the feellings spectrum? Wishing you a joyful holiday. Wishing you a life full of joy. Yes. In my understanding of joy, there is ease. There…

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more than one

Look at the color of the leaves on that tree. Yellow, right? That’s what the camera is showing us. Yes. But this time, instead of using your camera, you walk up to the tree. You look at the leaves. You…

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deep down

Peaches. On the beach. You know she has company because – well, all those give-away footprints in the sand. Althought footprints can last awhile, even in sand, you know we are there with her. With Peaches. And that feeling of…

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who you are

Yesterday I was talking to a dear friend about my busy busy life this summer and she said to me:”You’ve forgotten who you are.” It kind of hit me like a bolt of lightening. Unexpected and right to the core.…

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my language

It’s summer. It’s time to forget, daydream, act on a whim. But blog? Hmmmm. It’s been awhile. But yes, midst my forgetting, my daydreaming, my acting on whims… I have been playing. Playing with color and layers and shapes and……

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is/isn’t

Water reflects. Until it doesn’t. The weather was way too hot. Now it isn’t. We are. And then we aren’t. Yeah, it seems that way. It seems like everything is either But then – even those darn water ripples are…

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the heat

Summer is getting warmer and warmer. I love it. I love the heat. Today was the first day in so long that NO ONE was around. Just me. Me and my art. Me and my horses. Showing the heat that…

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rest

Right now, it’s pouring cats and dogs. And windy. But last night: the lake was the picture of peace. Just what I needed to greet me after a long day. I had closed up the house in Bath, Maine, where…

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her/its own reality

Is this my Aunt Hunter holding me now? asks Cecilia. And will I look over to see Aunt Lynn in a moment? Is this the life I’m creating for myself? Little Cecilia, growing by the day, came into this world…

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done in

It’s been raining. It’s cold. We were outside too long. The pooch is done in. But I’m okay. I’m not done in. I’m coming out of that state. Whenever I hit a particularly challenging time in my life – for…

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