A walk to garden

Cut aromatic basil

Smells of sun, summer.

Art Prescription: So the heat at 90 plus is oppressive. Oh summer…your rewards of fresh basil and tomatoes is paramount. There is so much mating going on, one can count the offspring daily!

Oh summer! Thank you.

Art Journal:

Stand on solid ground

Earth beneath you giving strength

Gray clouds break to blue.

Art Prescription: Working with horses grounds me. These gentle giants have senses beyond ours.

Here’s me and my boy Finn standing side by side. He grazes, while I lean into his firm, horsey smelling body. He leans back a little, turns his head forward so I can caress his mane. To have a 1200 lb creature engage in affection is paramount!

Cicadas, thunder

Smell of rain on hot asphalt

Clickity-clack drops.

Art Prescription: The pressure builds, clouds billow upward in distance. And then, the release! A sudden rainstorm waters our garden.

Watercolor:

Since seven a. m.

Hello, meet my feral cat

And her four kittens.

Art Prescription: Life takes over now and then, like capturing feral kittens.

Caught little grey, he joined his sister and they comforted each other.

Hello friends!

I caught kitten two this morning, and she, yes first girl, had a wound. I took her to the vet and now she is back trying to acclimate to humans.

Feral this morning, boy she put up a fight!

I hope I’m doing right by this little feral family.

Are you fast, rabbit

Or are you slow, like turtle

Both are amazing.

Art Journal:

Waited to become

Comfortable with one’s self

Happy with quiet.

Art Prescription: When we honor our own beings, we are able to honor others.

Sail across the sun?

Make it to the Milky Way?

And did you miss me?

Art Prescription: Lyrics inspired by Train.

Such a busy week that I posted Photo Friday on Thursday. Oops…

I’m looking at my life wondering if we all just want to make it to the Milky Way…

Life, work in progress

Finding meaning in each day

It is all we have.

Art Prescription: each day we get to choose how we live. Wake up to joy and a grateful heart, or wake up to worry.

Here is my work in progress with Brushes with Cancer. We have a ways to go…