Journal / by Kathleen Schildmeyer

A gift from Aunt Alayne, this beautiful Irish Belleek tea pot. It sits on the kitchen table in the morning sun.  While painting it, I contemplate my trip to Ireland.


Preparing, making lists and feeling an unease for being away from my husband and son for this length of time. Pushing myself to grow, pushing past my comfort. Because I think I am more than I have been. Will they still love me if I change the rules and expand? Can I bring home new possibilities and evidence of dreams manifest?