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School starts next week.  And I am not ready to return to routine.

I feel that way every August.  I just want a few more lazy weeks with my children.

And they are not really children anymore.  Wyatt will be a senior and Paige a sophomore.

We spent many summers next to the sea.  And about six summers when they where younger sleeping on the sea on a boat.  There were lots of magical times.

And this summer was especially magical because I realize how quickly time passes.

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I am a jumper.  A leaper.

Logic doesn't often pull me, but my intuition does. More like a yank than a pull.

And I have learned to listen closely.

I felt strongly my daughter and I were supposed to go on a youth mission trip to the Bahamas this summer.

It wasn't with our church. And my daughter did not want to go. Everyone else knew each other.  And we both knew just a few people.  Like three.  Out of 32.

At the airport, my daughter was wondering what she was doing there.... Read more →

I love art. Outsider art.  Art with words. Any type of mixed media.  Whimsical art.

ART.  Period.

But if I had to pick a type of art I love best, I would pick children's art. It comes from a place that is so open.  Instinctive.  Inspired.

Each spring, I work with about 100 5th graders at a local elementary school.  This started when my daughter was in 5th grade.  Then a few years ago, the art teacher, Gretchen Stout, got a grant to bring me back in... Read more →

A confession. I love putting my hands in dirt.  No gloves.  Just earth and soil in my fingers as I plant seeds.  And planting barefoot makes me even happier.

And I have been doing lots of planting. And not just flowers and vegetables.

This past week,  I put my beloved green bean seeds into my raised garden boxes. Magically, just a few days later, they were peeking out of the soil and growing towards the sun. Towards me.

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It is Tuesday.

I can think of so many things I need to do.  Should do.

But I can't help but be inspired by Willy, my daughter's five-pound chihuahua.

Willy is an opportunist. And a well rested one.

I love that about him.  I see the pair of slippers I just took off.

Willy sees a nap.  And a very warm bed.

If I was more like Willy, I would not... Read more →