bringing the old

i am amazed at the feelings i process when someone is dying...like a cross between overwhelming release, deep old love, pure joy and appreciation for transitions. Spring is such a time of transition...what a beautiful time to pass...as the green and baby fresh new push their way up and open.... the older, wiser and ready are slowing, sleeping and ready to become earth again. I see images of dear auntie pat before i was even born...running around with three boys, so young beautiful and witty. black and white memories with polka dot dresses and short mowed lawns. faces that look like faces of all of us. freckles, laughter...and such appreciation she had of love and the hearts of people. surrounded by flowers. surrounded by friends. living in beauty and reaching out to family. i will miss you sweet soul!

tomorrow may rain...

i'll follow the sun. wow almost a whole month since ive posted. ive been so neglectful....but not to my life, interests or kids. here are a few words and you can play word association with them, or just put them together in or out of order to peep into what all we've been up to the last 3 weeks

loops.hoops.singing.painting.pastel.body paint.banjo.synthetic organ.pawn shops.mirah.pink lady.beach.yarn.washing wool.alpaca.sparkle.shoebox.jew harps.spring flowers.marmalade.pastimes.miracles.cleverness.lending trees.psychic plants. lable making and beet soup. and im sure much more...but now for something completely different. scarlett self portraits...and her seed project