I suppose I don't need to tell you
that I am woefully late
on my Journal pages,
It is mid September after all..
but we have been dealing with a family issue
and it has taken
time and attention
as well as giving pause and consideration..
so I have not been in the studio as much as usual.
everyone deals with these things,
and while I won't burden you with the situation..
I can at least let you know that it is at the root of my
I recently wrote a little note to a friend who buried her husband
a year ago...
"without deep pain cutting a valley in the heart,
true joy would simply wash and run off.
The valley opens to receive a joyful soaking
that is then transmuted into our being."
It doesn't matter what the situation
what the pain is like or about
situations do not matter
So I mindfully ripped old papers and painted
this tree is something I look at
I love the bony branches..
It seems to be an anchor for me..
by the other bigger and leafier trees
Ingredients: Acrylic paints, photo copies, old book pages, colored pencil, pencil,
but it stands like truth..
old and gnarled..
beautiful in age
and knowing it will not stand forever..
I appreciated it in
As you know, we are off again to travel
to far off places and visit dear
wherever you are and wherever you go
I wish you happy trails..