Mom

Motherhood:

It humbled my ego and stretched my soul.

It awakened me to eternity. It made me know my own humanity,

my own mortality, my own limits.

It gave me whatever crumbs of wisdom I possess today.

-Erica Jong

I made a few Mother's day cards. You can find them here if you're interested.

We are knee deep in renovation, but I hope to share some pictures soon!:)

Have a lovely Tuesday...

Tell our Daughters

tell our daughters

by Besmilr Brigham

a girl is born

like a little bird opening its wing

she lifts her face

in a down of feathers

a rose

opens its leaves

with such natural care

that we give words for

petal deep

in the imagination

a word becomes

a bitter thing

or a word is

an imagination

tell our daughters they are

fragile as a bird

strong as the rose

deep as a word

and let them make

their own growing time

big with tenderness

Brrrrrrrrrr....

Can you say freezing? We're not snowed under, but it's 30 degrees here in Central Florida. Which means hats, and gloves, and lots of layers. I wish there was snow to go with it!

I've been working on lots of goodies for my etsy shop. I found these 4 x4 " frames and I've been filling them with the She Said series. I'll let you know as soon as I update the shop.

These are some beautiful magnets I'm having made. They measure 2 1/2 x 2 1/2" and have a nice quarter inch acrylic base. They are heavy duty and very well made. They will be in the shop update too!

Side view of the magnets...

A new painting just for mommy's. It measures 12 x 12 and is handpainted on scrapwood. I used a beautiful scrapbooking paper for the flowers.

And some "bling"...It is sealed with a glossy varnish and ready to hang!

I want to share with you one of my favorite poems. I've always loved poetry and this poem comes from one of my favorite books: Claiming the Spirit Within.

I Stop Writing the Poem

to fold the clothes. No matter who lives

or who dies, I'm still a woman.

I'll always have plenty to do.

I bring the arms of his shirt

together. Nothing can stop

our tenderness. I'll get back

to the poem. I'll get back to being

a woman. But for now

there's a shirt, a giant shirt

in my hands, and somewhere a small girl

standing next to her mother

watching to see how it's done.

- Tess Gallagher