Going fishing
I’m sitting on the dock, quickly sketching the fisherman’s departure. I listen to the sound of birdsong and bullfrogs while they go chase their dreams;)
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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?
Morning Journal 10/6/2016 /
It's cold, rainy outside. Early fall but still the sky lets go of feirce winter tantrums. Seasons are changing. I am preparing to go on a journey, a marker of time. Before and after. Getting life down to the essentials and thinking about all the luxuries I do not need. A suitcase, paints, passport, plane tickets and the love ties of my family. Hugs and blessings from my husband and son.
Ireland