I found my way back into the studio this morning at the sewing machine working on a Mandela commissioned quilt. I'm not a selfie taker, but I took one this morning as a felt truly blessed to be able to sit undisturbed while creating. My dad was content and safe in the garage tinkering with his things; not wanting to be bothered. Well that was okay with me.
LIFE? Good, not perfect; but good. Things could be so much worse... I know, cuz I've been there. I wouldn't wish what I've gone through in the last couple years on anyone... But I don't wanna talk about. Going forward, I only want to chat about art, travel and other beautiful things. Speaking of beautiful things; today I saw a small leaf bud emerging on a branch of the naked tree in my front yard. Spring is coming.. Thank God!