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During the creative process – your beautiful space.
When I was a kid I remember my parents just heading out for a drive to see what new places they might uncover. That sense of “what lies around the next corner” has stayed with me all these years and there is no better place to experience that than in France. It’s especially sweet when the one you stumble upon is the little village called Autoire.
I have admitted openly to having a problem. Since there are no 12 step programs for blue jar addiction I have had to struggle along by myself, doing as best I can. Which leads to my next France story. I swear it wasn’t planned. I’d actually been feeling that I might be getting the whole thing under control. I mean, I’ve not seen even touched a blue jar in days now—not since boarding the plane.
Lokie has been chiding me—says the rumor is I’ve run away to the lavender fields.
JOY is in the doing. With every stroke JOY is chosen and it creates the way for more. I wish you JOY in this day, in this very moment.
Some of us are bon❤️ journaling away (it’s fun to spread your watercolor and thoughts across the pages 🙂 Some are making regular runs eating creme at some people’s house, walking in late, unannounced and heading to the kitchen willing the refrigerator to open.
Moments Whether using pen or brush, keyboard or voice the moments that pass while in the act of allowing ourselves to be expressed is like nothing else Vulnerability, breathlessness, inexplicable wonderment *** We perfect beings so sure of our imperfection——looking for a place where our soul connects the aha! that allows a sense of belonging (even if it lasts only moments) We gladly sell all that we have for those precious few moments
I’ve been strolling the sunflower fields and eating handmade pasta—in my mind of course. And picking grapes in Tuscany 🙂
It’s spring—some are kicking up their paws in celebration. It’s spring—some of us are working like dogs to support those who are kicking up their paws. Winter blues are being shed along with…..a LOT of fur. Eddie says, what’s a little hair among friends?
Ahhh the French and their roses. Poetry that climbs the walls in a red velvet dress 🙂
I love tulips for oodles of reasons. They have a mind of their own and will rearrange themselves at the drop of a hat 😉 They say so much with so few petals. They blow in your door and bring spring right along with them. They are…. very much like ALL the great women we know!!
