holiday wishes
…what if the last time you saw or spoke to someone you loved was the last time?…would your parting have been different from the one you had?…would you have looked into their eyes just a little bit deeper…would you have lingered in that hug a little bit longer?…would you have said something you have been holding back…an “i love you” or “i appreciate you”…or “thank you for being you”…?
many years my family has spent a holiday with one or another family member ending up in the hospital…not the kind of family tradition anyone would plan for…
this year it was christmas eve…and as i sat in the little waiting room with my mom and the tired little christmas tree the hospital had put up for those who found themselves there instead of attending one celebration or another, it felt like deja vu…we had done this before…always a different waiting room but the feeling nonetheless familiar…why were we here…again…
the day was very long and stressful but fortunately all went well despite a few bumps here and there along the way…
as i left the hospital to help finish plans for christmas day i had another familiar feeling…i looked around and noticed everyone was moving so fast to rush and get somewhere to do something so seemingly important…the world was whirling by…at the same time i felt caught up in the vortex of activity i also felt sort of suspended in slow motion…
…thankfully, christmas was spent at my parent’s home with everyone present and safe and warm and close together…there was a lightheartedness to it that came with the unspoken gratitude for a day that could have turned out very differently…there was appreciation of the value of the life we are given, both of our own and of those we love and who love us…and also a bit of melancholy mixed in for the inevitable effects of time passing by and the vulnerability and fragility it brings…
i hope your holiday has brought you closer to all your heart holds precious…
home again
after a day of flight delays and a couple of harrowing airplane rides with severe turbulence…i walked in the front door to my home and was so grateful for this comforting reminder of my passion to create…a message for my heart…left by me the last time i was here…now a welcome home…i have a renewed appreciation for home…so relieved to be grounded here in this safe and welcoming place…
i love the way i feel when i wear these bracelets full of brightly colored beads and charms…like a dancing, free, wild gypsy…i love the clicking sound they make when i move my hands…it makes me feel girly…
i love being home
heaven’s tears
december views…day 10
home is where the heart is
it is the heart that makes a home…the spirit and love of those who occupy a space bring it to life…ever notice when you go away for a long time and come home again it seems at first as if the space feels so empty…like it just stood waiting for you to return…it can take a little time for you to become reacquainted again…for you to infuse yourself back into the walls, the floors, the rooms…
personal treasures bring in the hearts and life of others, even more so when made with their loving hands…this little embroidered heart was made for me by my mom and sits on my bookshelf in the living room…from her heart to mine…
the ninth day of december views
the haze
can someone bring news of forever?
i see glimpses of the color you obscure.
while fires may rage all around you, you are beautiful, consistent and blissfully unaware.
love your space
i love the madness of my creative space…it keeps me sane.
These photos show a super easy method I use to make my own foam stamps. Craft stores sell sheets of fun foam in the childrens’ art section for about $1.00 per sheet. I draw my doodles on the fun foam and cut out with an Exacto knife. (This way I also have a stencil to use from the cutout). I then cut up a garden kneeling pad found in any home improvement store and glue the fun foam stamps onto the cut up pieces of the foam garden pads. Voila. My own designs on foam stamps, and very economical.
begin
the end of a lazy Sunday brought thoughts of the day that passed, and the day that would come…emotions brought both tears and laughter…goodbyes are so very hard…i think to myself, “i will try again tomorrow”.
thank you little Navajo sand man for grabbing my attention before bedtime and making me smile. i know you will hold vigil on the refrigerator door and keep many more smiles in your care…ready for me…just when i need them.