Arbre

Summer spent in a tree.

I'm definitely a "kindred spirit" with Anne from Anne of Green Gables
when it comes to woods and forests.

A forest floor with its carpet of  leaves is always inviting.

Whistle

This portrait is of my sister, with whom I've played many duets and

in consequence travelled through music across the clouds to different lands without

ever physically leaving the room.

Find from Time

I found this poem I wrote a long time ago so it's not a recent creation

but it was fun to read it again. I wrote it one time

when I was especially hoping to be able to be a mother someday.

It's still one of my greatest dreams even though I'm not married

yet. I've since learned that I can learn to be mothering if not a mother.

A great cavern in my heart brims with love and tenderness,

but there is missing the very core black in its emptyness,
white as a wall ready to be painted.

I cannot hope for that which I do not miss, and yet....

How sweet would be the colors, and what

patterns we could paint in layers thickly spread

with loving laughter as we coated ourselves in

a mural of memories and moments,

But not yet,

I only have these borrowed little smiles

not truly mine but enough to start painting.