They grow up way too fast.








"I'm dreaming of a White Christmas, just like the ones I used to know." Really, I'm praying for a White Christmas, just like the ones I used to know. Growing up in the mountains of Western North Carolina, we got all kinds of weather, cold, sometimes warm, rain, sun, and then every once in a while snow. There is absolutely nothing like waking up on Christmas morning to a blanket of beautiful, white, pristine, magical, wonderful snow. When my girls were young, we lived in Michigan for a few fabulous years…and we often got snow there….but, we usually weren't home on Christmas….we were visiting family in the south. That's okay because we still had some of the most awesome snows. Michigan is a great place to live if you like snow. The snows there were soft and did not pack well….they were usually deep and fun to sled on and we did make some wonderful igloos (well more like lean tos), snowmen, and snow angels. We have been living near Atlanta now for about 14 years, and I really miss Christmas snows. It doesn't snow often here, but when it does, we make the most of it. Knowing that they usually don't last too long, we sled, make snowmen, and whip up some snow ice cream. We'll stay out until our noses are red and our hands are tingly….then maybe, just maybe we'll come in for some hot chocolate or hot tea with peppermint. It would be a most magical Christmas for me if it would snow on Christmas Eve. The holiest night, wrapped in a blanket of snow…..the quietness…and the peacefulness….staying up late by the fire and watching the flakes silently falling, what a Christmas that would be…………..and then on Christmas day, the kids (of all ages) can go and make some more holiday memories.!





Quite a bit of my board this month is comprised of words. Words are always so important, so strong to me. I feel the need to take better care of myself and think more about being healthy and energetic and making good food choices. Also, I find myself feeling more and more spiritually connected and wanting more....see the picture of "me" holding a giant plug and wanting to plug it into the earth and spirit. ... More living in the moment..... More confidence.... More money. ... More art. .... As always, pictures of babies and little girls having fun run throughout the board.....and there is a huge "I believe" and "live in the moment" and "magic maker". Words to believe as well as ponder.

Para sailing is such fun....I can't wait to go again...but until then, I can check it off my "been there; done that" list. For my birthday in 2006, I went skydiving...also such a rush, such a thrill....and to think that only a few years ago, I was completely terrified of heights. I think Eleanor Roosevelt was so right when she said to do one thing everyday that scares you.
Beach shadows....our shadow selves......shadows, shadows, shadows.....leads me to think about how well do we know the people we love and really how well do we know ourselves? It seems to be a lifelong adventure...this learning.....It's challenging sometimes and joyful the next. How far deep inside can we go...how about how far outside can we reach? Sometimes, everything is smooth and calm like a gently flowing river...... Other times the whole of life seems discombobulated 



Saturday, this little guy sat on under the seat of a chair on our patio for about an hour. ....looking forlorn and lost.....and possibly a little grouchy. I started getting concerned about him and about the fact that Charlie (my puppy) couldn't get into the backyard to run off some steam. So, I called around. Finally, the nice lady at the Wild Bird Center....after getting a "look" at him through my eyes....suggested I think of him as a teenager. You know, the one who is thinking....."Hey, I'm big enough to do whatever I want to....so, I think I'm gonna fly right out of here." The only problem was that he didn't take into account the fact his mom kept telling him that he should take it easy and wait a while before spreading his wings. So, he didn't get very far. The nice lady suggested that I grab a drink and sit back and watch him through a window....that his mom and dad were probably very close by and were out looking for him. And, sure enough, within 10 minutes, a very brave mom, came looking for her baby, and she brought some sustenance...a nice, big, wiggly worm. She fed the worm to her baby, hopped away and came back two more times. Each time bringing a small insect to the hungry little "teenager". Well, that was about the time that I had to go and take my teenager to her weekend job. So, I had to leave......and by the time I returned that little guy was nowhere to be found.....BUT...that was not the end of the story. On Wednesday, after cleaning my labyrinth, I returned to the patio, and guess who was waiting there for me.... That same, cute, little, guy....a tiny bit older, and less downy looking feathers, but it was him. He was hopping back and forth on the doorstep, flying up into the windows on the door....trying his best to get in. I decided to sneak inside the house and watch. Guess who came to find her little one....yes, the mommy came back. I don't know how, but she got him going and they left together. I believe I saw the daddy in the trees beyond the fence. He probably was singing words of encouragement the whole time...you know how those dads are.


These are so much fun to work on. I'm matting them with bright red, blue or purple on top of black. They are looking really great. I hope to have a finished piece for Whimsical Wednesday!
On some of the pictures, I am doing light watercolor washes. I can't wait to get them all put together. These are just works in progress. I just wanted to share, because they are such fun.

Let me know what you think. Thanks for looking!