what was the last brave thing i did?

The evening promised to be a difficult one. With the chaos of a bunch of hooligan kids and the babies screaming in her ear, she put on a brave face and spoke gently to soothe the pandemonium.

do you believe in fairies?

prompted by em's 52 Q

sometimes i see fairies
in my back yard
digging in the dirt
or picking flowers.

they leave me little flowers
as messages of love.

sometimes i see fairies
out my back door and into the trees
they blink their little lights
and call to the fairies
who live in my house.


speaking of fairies, have you read laini's book? better hurry--the sequel is coming at the end of the summer! I can't wait!

it's what I do.

prompted by em's 52 Q

I decided to start an art journal. I’ve always meant to, but never had the gumption to actually DO it. When, you ask, do I have time to do an art journal? Well, my friend, it’s just that I don’t have time NOT to do it.

I clean every day. I don’t like to clean. I fold laundry all the time. Not the most enjoyable activity. I feed the children and myself whether I am hungry or not. Well, I think that to help keep from going in sane, I may need to up the creative ante. Why not make sure to do something every day that I actually like? A chore just for my mental and emotional well being. (and hopefully my skills will improve over time!)

When I was at Squam we had a question and answer forum with all the teachers up on stage and at one point one of them said something like, “We do art every day. Because we’re artists. It’s just what we do.” It stuck in my head.