some is taken, some is given. one enters, one leaves. one travels through desperate measures, one tries wings to seek new ground. everything carries risk, every risk has a balance. sometimes there is an upwelling of awareness.
3 March 2013
I drew myself a coloring book
and then I colored it in.
In the morning my little family went out to a sugarhouse for breakfast. The smell of woodsmoke and maple sap, light snow sifting through the air even as it melted on the ground. Eggs, buckwheat pancakes, plenty of coffee. Hearing stories of my sons’ exploits and plans. Despite sad news all around, islands of pleasure and joy.
2 March 2013
heads on fire
1 March 2013
Love, strength and healing to Morwen, Queen of Beats
28 February 2013
family outing
27 February 2013
a stately dance, with stars and flowers
26 February 2013
Thinking about an old apple tree I see on my walks, one year it was half dead and half bearing almost more fruit than the branches could hold.
Also this is what it looks like when I don’t feel like I took the drawing to completion
I had time the next day to bring it to a happier resolution.
25 February 2013
a hint of spring is in the air
24 February 2013
so we sail over the damage into brighter seas
23 February 2013
family stones waking
eyespider 