Victory, defeat
Two ends of experience
Word, resilience.
Art Prescription: So your horse takes off through the woods… crackling branches underneath, hitting limbs and vegetation above.
Once into a clearing I circled him and got to his thinking side of his brain versus fight or flight.
I feel resilient. I love my steady steed and am glad I can calm him down when he gets nervous.
Tiny Journal: 
Parents do their best
Then offspring need to take off
Find their worldly way.
Art Prescription: Change is hard. Life is one continuous revolving door.
Love and loss, joy and hope, grief and excitement.
The challenge is to embrace every day like you own it.
Watercolor with chops that say my name and “hope.”
So many choices
For this one wonderful life
You’ll know when it’s right.
Art Prescription: I took this photo this morning on the way to the farm. The light was beautiful. My iPhone would have to do.
Ninety degree day
The mall parking lot is packed
With work and spend minds.
Art Prescription: It’s the American way. Work hard, complain about working so hard, buy new stuff!
How did we get to be such a commercial society?
It’s interesting, really, what people think makes them happy…
I did see a really sweet chair in Pier One…
Very sketchy sketch:
In the bright meadow
Full of bees and butterflies
Spirits roam freely.
Art Prescription: No matter what your religious faith is, it’s nice to think of souls going to a place of peace and happiness.
Watercolor wash: I may add…
Life, about layers
Hardship and joy and long days
And the years go fast.
Art Prescription: A meditative collage of what’s on my desk:
So I did this sketch with watercolor pencils… then brushed with water:
Then I went back in with pen and ink…
Less or more? Still seems too quiet …
A time to grow tall
A time to bloom with being
A time to move on.
Art Prescription: For everything there is a season… no truer words.
While walking on a trail recently it occurred to me that each and every flower, leaf, stem, or bird, is perfectly content.
They need nothing else in life but sunshine and rain.
Here I’ve sketched my up and coming cone-flowers with water soluble crayons:
The song sparrow sings
In the tree peppered with sun
And her mate answers.
Art Prescription: Since my husband is busy with work, I ventured out alone on the Hillsborough River Walk. Hillsborough is a quaint town just 20 minutes from home.
Weaver Street, a local co-op grocery, was having a wine sale, so people were milling about tasting wine.
I was happy to walk quietly on the trail.
Solitude is a gift we in our technologically over-stimulated world often dismiss.
Chinese brush birds with chops:
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