Journaling and My Little Friend

Pastel background, and writing IT ALL OUT. Release.

And this is my Ellie. Love. I LOVE my Ellie.

Have I told you lately,
how much I LOVE my Ellie?
Unconditional love,
cuddling,
hiking,
and devotion.

'Haven't been around as much this past week,

but I thought of you.

I am off to the Farmer's Market for a little while,

for the new season,

to unwind

after a too-busy, too-crazy

week

that has left me exhausted.

IT'S OFFICIAL!

My MOM went HOME today!!!  After 5 1/2 months of trying to be healthy and stronger again, mom is home. BIG DAY. Thank you all for your thoughts, prayers, love and hugs over these months. Your support for my mom and me made this possible. Big hugs back to you!

Mom, six days ago on Mother's Day!

Three generations: Me, Mom, and my daughter, Mia, in back!

LOVE,

Kath!

Lily of the Valley!

They're here and the scent is overwhelming.

They always amaze and thrill me, every spring.

They remind me of my Grama, too.

She had solid perfume with this scent.

Little tiny fun bells, with a scent that carries for acres.

Me and my laryngitis sat outside for an hour in the sun.

I found them a bit difficult to draw

but I had a great time.

Wishing you all a wonderful

sweetly scented

weekend!

~k

Gratitude :: Journaling

 Gratitude. A choice.

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TGIF friends!

~k

Journaling

 

I was forced to stay home from work today.

Laryngitis.

I can't get a sound out of my vocal chords,

except for a whisper-squeak.

Even though I am somewhat of a quiet person,

I am a teacher and a lover of words,

so this isn't easy.

I'm getting teased.

And all I can do

is smile.

oh well.

~k

Sketching Tulips

 Michael gave me a bunch of peach colored tulips

 for Mother's Day.

So I just had to sketch them

and then add a bit of the pretty color.

~k

Stretching a Bit...

 

There's something I need to get out of my head.

About two months ago, maybe three, my doctor

called me "hyper responsible".

'Don't know if this is more toward negative or positive (!)

but it bothers me.

Kind of a lot.

Today I felt the need to s t r e t c h

and maybe just scribble

and

not

be

quite

so

responsible.

Maybe.

And though my journal / notebook shelf

looks truly inviting to me right now,

I don't want to look back at my life

and feel I stayed the same,

I stayed on my Shelf,

or

was so darned responsible

that I didn't just let loose more.

I am trying to breathe more deeply

more slowly

and sing louder

laugh more

look ahead

let go of the things I worry about

~ that usually never

happen anyway.

And I've even stopped to smell the flowers along the way

and to close my eyes

and

just

  be...

I am learning to meditate again.

Much love,
~k