The beast has been at my heals all day today. I could not stop thinking of new things to do.
The creative juice is in blossom .
I am constantly inspired by women.
Their ability to fill their days with meaningful, exciting, soul
expanding moments.
I dream of those moments. I look for them and reach for them but find I am all used
up when the time comes for me to be with me.
I do have some of some moments.. in the garden, cooking, imagining and researching art projects to do with the kids.
This weekend I WILL clean out the studio and begin muddying up my hands again with goodness.
I will also be digging dirt and moving weeds.
And most of all, this weekend, I will send wings of thanks up for all the amazing people I have in my life and for all the little miracles that happen to keep them safe. ( Especially for one of my mothers (I have four), you know who you are, who was granted the gift of Hooray and Hallelujah.)
I took some photos today because I was inspired by the blossom. Thanks blossom .
photos from today and yester years..
I continue to enjoy and excite at seeing where we came from and where we are going.
This morning
I am constantly inspired by women.
Their ability to fill their days with meaningful, exciting, soul
expanding moments.
I dream of those moments. I look for them and reach for them but find I am all used
up when the time comes for me to be with me.
I do have some of some moments.. in the garden, cooking, imagining and researching art projects to do with the kids.
This weekend I WILL clean out the studio and begin muddying up my hands again with goodness.
I will also be digging dirt and moving weeds.
And most of all, this weekend, I will send wings of thanks up for all the amazing people I have in my life and for all the little miracles that happen to keep them safe. ( Especially for one of my mothers (I have four), you know who you are, who was granted the gift of Hooray and Hallelujah.)
I took some photos today because I was inspired by the blossom. Thanks blossom .
photos from today and yester years..
I continue to enjoy and excite at seeing where we came from and where we are going.
This morning
This afternoon with blossoms in mind
Yesterday
Last week: a blossom of sorts.
Years ago
Spring has sprung and I like how it feels and it thinks and has thoughts.
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Your words inspire me to do and be more. So do your thoughts but I just can't read them yet! ;)