Hybernating

It seems I have not fulfilled my commitment.
Each day and night my mind spins wonderful thoughts and observations that I long to share with each of you…

I want to remind you how fantastic it is to pile spoonfuls of Jif peanut butter on dark chocolate wafers with your back to your two-year-old so you don't have to share.

I want to soulfully reveal the heartache that has forever moved in and out of my life like a whispering wind. Suddenly a storm brews and I am paralyzed, unable to sleep, I find it difficult to breath or stand up straight… I want to relate to the struggles we each have,

And remind you that each storm passes and we continue on.

But my life has grown quite full, and the hands on my clock have not extended. I have the great fortune of an expanding graphic design business that continues to flourish. I have the blessed presence of my young son that I gently weave through my days as a working mother.

I have a passion to rediscover my inner artist and become inspired by crayola and textured papers and photography and collecting stick and stones… I wish to let go of my fears and someday call myself an artist and mean it.

So the small moments I have to write and share must currently be replaced with petting my neglected cat, coloring with my imaginative son and taking the time for face masks and manicures or cuddling with the person I have come to know as my best friend, my husband.

In the mean time, I will continue to visit your sites everyday and feed my soul with the strength and courage you each exhibit so beautifully. Please email me and stay in touch.

When I return I will rename my little cyber dwelling. Because my life is anything but mediocre.