journal

 

I started this journal as a quiet way to reflect on my daily life as a mum and how that converges with the creative process as an artist. My wish is that one day my daughters chase their foolish dreams...

 

a window into 2020

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Sand & water between our toes

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Walks…many walks

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Collages

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Making cards

Wrapping gifts to brighten the day

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Picking wildflowers for the house

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And experimenting with wildflowers….

It’s been a challenging year.

Moments better left in the past,

& moments you long for once more.

I close with a poem my husband

has taught my daughters to recite.

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Nothing Gold Can Stay

by Robert Frost

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Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

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