A different kind of spice
Shattered Loneliness It drags on for daysand sleepless nightsIn emptinessIn silenceIn the greyEngulfing my spiritwith it's frigidand unwelcomingBut all too familiar armsAs I mourn wilt in the dark cornerof it's embrace, AndIcannotbreathe. I cannot breathe! I can't breathe! Can't breathe Can't. BREATHE Br e a the
If you ask me for my favorite color, breakfast, food, movie, book, author, season, song, number, place, person, and so on you might be frustrated with my answer. I don't have a favorite and even if I do it is only for a short amount of time. I like to dabble in everything, try it… Continue reading Commitment issues
Pink by Canela Ajena Coming up with ideas for a mosaic project is not a problem. I have hundreds of them keeping me awake at night. My dilemma lies instead in something more irritating. I can't let go. I cannot finish my projects, not easily anyways. For tips, I've begun watching YouTube videos again, scrolling… Continue reading Under Construction
Early this summer I took an overwhelmed looked at my kitchen and realized I would be forced to repair/renovate it, despite the cost. The original 1977 poorly built kitchen was coming apart fast. Drawers were broken or missing from the the bottom cabinets. The kitchen Formica counter top was not only warped, but also chipping… Continue reading Project Back Killer
I began to crotchet when I was pregnant with my oldest daughter, a little more than 18 years ago. My first serious project was a baby blanket of a light pink color. I hadn't learned to finish a project or how to tighten my stitches. The end result was a very loose and large holed… Continue reading Baby Blankets
Spreading the Mosaic Addiction by Canela Ajena I believe it is part of our human nature to share and teach what brings us passion and joy so that joy can grow and flourish for as long as possible. This week I shared my love for mosaics with my loved ones and guided them through their… Continue reading Spreading the Mosaic Addiction
2/29/2020Your tattoosare places I venture often intimately with my finger tip(if I'm conservative). I no longer ask youthe meaning of yourtattoos. Those stories are impressedon to the surface of my soul, like the way you watch me trace the inked details of your skin. I lookto meetyour eyes. Your smilethat smileof want and nowandwe lean… Continue reading Places I Venture
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