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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ The Hair From the Back of a House Fly?

"I think I inhaled her." Ha. Yeah. And I have issues with NOT throwing beads and tools across the room, or hacking at puzzle pieces to make them fit. This is so amazing. If it wasn't for ol Charlie, I might still not believe it.

Needle Sized Art