Turkey

I love my job for numerous reasons: drawing on the whiteboard is one such reason!

My Friend Gary

My friend Gary died 5 years ago today.
I was there when he took his last labored breath.
My hand was on his bare ankle. It was the first time I ever felt Life leave.
Mysterious.  Glorious.  Heartbreaking.  Beautiful.

Gary was a significant part of my life for 17 years.
But grief can glamorize our memories.  I don't want to do that.
Gary was not perfect. He drank too much, ate too much and was highly, and sometimes, annoyingly opinionated.

But he also loved deeply.
Gary loved me more that I ever knew.  He loved me like a daughter.
I learned how deep his love was just a few days before he died.

You know you have lived, and died, well when people can remember the good and bad about you, but instead they choose to move to Love, then and now.

People Have Asked

A handful of people have asked what I have been creating lately.
I'm knitting a new purse.

Knitting is good therapy for me. 
I have to slow down. 
I have to accept process. 
There is NO instant gratification in knitting.  
One stitch at a time is the only way I will get to the end.

These Are My Thoughts In Color

These Are My Thoughts

Art Journaling

For many years, I have been intrigued by art journaling. It's fun. It's therapy. And there is no wrong way.
For many years, I have been intrigued by art journaling.  And it always made me angry. What are the cool pens, the right pens, the pens you can't afford...the wrong paper, the crappy paper, this technique...that technique! No. I'd throw my soul into an internal arms-crossed-eyes-closed-head-turned to-the-side pout. "Humph! No. I WON'T play!"

Friday, a coworker was kind enough to show me her latest art journaling book.
I was inspired!
"Hey, I wanna play, too!"

I did! I played.

THANK YOU, She-Who-Likes-To-Remain-Under-The-Radar.

Only Good Thing

The ONLY good thing to come out of a crappy night's sleep.