Hello Monday,
Did you know when I was four I drown? Obviously I’m still here, and I take time daily to be grateful for that, and to celebrate the good things that living provides. This picture is so beautiful to me, because sometimes no matter what I do I am still floating. You too? Well it’s better than sinking I say. Far better than sinking.
J
The back of this dress from Free People, swoon-worthy. The price-tag not as much.
Taking it all in. Everyday, many times in an hour, I stand in awe amazed at what beauty we are given daily.
Reflections of the marsh with my God dog Herc.
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` Ralph Waldo Emerson
Regret or Rejoice
Morning balancing act. Trusting the universe and letting the rest roll out to sea.
To be his Mom was a gift from the beginning. To carry his beauty around with me for 9 months, whispering secrets, singing songs just for him, growing bigger everyday with excitement. He is my beautiful gift, that son of mine. Nothing from him has been easy. Life’s greatest growing vehicles never are. He has taught me to breathe deeply, and let go quickly. Lately I have had a hard time defining me. The business of being a business woman ended abruptly last year, as did the high-heels clacking through the kitchen each morning and the daily commute. My creative self has been drained or frozen mid creation to change a diaper or soothe the cries of my son. But on Sunday morning, I looked down at the masterpiece of Reese’s cups my husband had created. In one word there I was. Mom.
Friday flowers close-up. Peonies make everything better Edition.
