Not sure which is better... a mom who can hold her breath and sink to the bottom of the pool while focusing and composing, or a daughter who can do a one-handed handstand underwater and smile, all the while waiting for her slow mom to snap.

 Through the sound of the steady beating rain drops, I was sure I could hear a chainsaw.   When I went outside to investigate, I saw him there in his bright yellow slicker.  My friend Anthony from Uganda. He was removing the old trees in our yard that were on our very long list of "things we would hopefully be able to get to someday".  When I asked why, his answer was simple. "I knew you wanted these down, and I knew an old couple that needed fire wood for heat.  The two seemed to go together. These are the ways of a village."  Instant tears, and an instant reminder that though our world seems big and way too busy, it is just a village, and I hope more of us can act like villagers. 

my favorite shoe.  if you look closely you can see the heel it is loved and worn {a bit like me}

 I have always had a very literal brain and as a child wondered if I was all alone in the way I thought.  Signs and sayings threw me for a loop, their words meaning something entirely different to me than they did to the rest of the world.  This flower used to bring me sadness with its black eye begging me to stop and ask, "Susan, are you okay?" Now, this same little flower brings a smile to my face when I meet her ... Susan, with her beautiful unique eye spying on the world around her.This beauty is going to be part of my new fine art collection.  Please let  me know if you are interested in a fine art print for your home...