my hope

"So I pray for healing in my heart
To be put back together what is torn apart
And I pray for quiet in my head
That I can hear clearly what God says

Then I hear the whisper that this too shall pass
I hear the Angels whisper that this too shall pass
My ancestors whisper that this day will one day be the past
So I walk in faith that this too shall pass..." -india.arie

India's voice is a bandaid for my heart

the middle counts the most

"She says that beginnings are scary, endings are usually sad, but it's the middle that counts the most. Try to remember that when you find yourself at a new beginning. Just give hope a chance to float up. And it will..."

Quotation from Eat, Pray, Love

"I have a history of making decisions very quickly about men. I have always fallen in love fast and without measuring risks. I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and then I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes far too long) waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism."

In the margin of the book I wrote "me." Thoughts?

I need a break

There are too many things pulling at me. My body has been sick for a month now as my brain is learning to sort through all of it and figure out how to make it work. I'm hoping that we put those pieces together soon. I'm running out of benadryl and cough drops.

Ila Mae

Start spreading the news
She’s got those white shoes
On a bus to the city today
She’s wearing that ring
And thinking about things
That will come now that she’s on her way

Busy streets all around
She hasn’t quite found
A friend that she can call her own
As the people pass people by
She asks herself why
No one smile and stops to say “hello”

Ila Mae, Oh Ila Mae
Wouldn’t you like to go home
Where the yellow rose blooms
And the people you knew
Know your name and where you’ve come from
Oh, Ila Mae

She packs up her things
And quietly sings an old tune that reminds her of home
As she closes that door
She’s finally sure she’ll find peace down that old dusty road

Going home, going home
She is going home

Ila Mae, Oh Ila Mae
Wouldn’t you like to go home
Where the yellow rose blooms
And the people you knew
Know your name and where you’ve come from
Oh, Ila Mae

i loved you like we were in a game
but i was playing checkers
and you were playing chess

2 New Paintings

I've finished a few paintings lately but haven't posted any photos. So, here we go. More to come as I'm feeling very inspired lately.

Rooted- Jeremiah 17:7-8






Gary Lee-