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, November 02, 2010
No, I'm not in Washington state. But a bit of Washington state is in Iowa. : )
My mom brought back some beautiful souvenirs...one of which is an alleged gift for me. : ).
The artist can only produce ten of these a week because they are start to finish made by her own two hands. And the painting is done on raw clay and then glazed.
There were some weeks of my life that I didn't put half as much effort and love into even my kids!!!! Clearly an artist who loves what she does.