I swear (not very often, and when I do, it is usually inspired by Renee) that the cats purposely sit, even drape themselves around The Bell Jar just to torment me.
Brawny Man bought it for me when his Mother passed into eternity, so it has great sentimental value. It also was quite pricey and never again will I be able to spend so frivolously, so this phrase is repeated constantly throughout the day, more of a prayer, perhaps a repeating Novena, begging
P l e a s e step away from The Bell Jar.
On a ♫♪ happy note ♪♫
I have been busy editing and printing
(yes, from October. Don’t judge)
and working on a collage going down the staircase from the living room. This is just the beginning. In the Teeny Tiny Tuscan Townhouse, real estate is at a premium, so I must use all space available to me. Okay, the truth is, I have always had a problem with blank walls. And yes that is a Baby Gate, which may look hideous to you, but to me is beautiful, as it keeps my
Here’s the picture you cannot see, due to the flash reflection . . .
I don’t want to sound all Pollyanna, for many of us have difficult things going on in life right now, but I do want to encourage you to look for the joy each day. For me, if I sit with the pain too long, it is as if I am punishing myself, denying all the blessings around me, as if I do not deserve to have joy.
We are all so beautifully broken.
Care to join me?