October

Good morning Morning Glory.  I have waited months for you to bloom. And now you choose to finally open up your colors to me, just as Fall approaches. Why have you been so shy?

A new place. A new Life. Please stay, stay until the frost upon your heart shaped leaves wilt and turn your vine to rope. Please stay, greet me in the mornings, offer me hope.

Being Creative Won't Wait

Being creative won't wait.
If you lose that chance, it's gone and you will never know what could have been.

I was an artist once, way back when. When time was on the blushing side of youth. When troubles seemed huge but usually disappeared when the day came to a hush.  THAT was me, who I was, and no one had to tell me that or reaffirm it - it just WAS.

At 51 I'm trying to reconnect with that self, the one that used to know how to draw, how to create possibility, how to BE FREE in my own skin. It's harder now. Time does not move as slowly. Days and hours fly by me now. I often sit in the quiet moments wishing I would take some creative action, but I'm all too often caught up in some planning stage that will never come to fruition.

I know I can change this. I know I can.
T~