midday

divided attention

black hole

before my beloved aunt passed, she would tell me that she couldn't see her cat. my aunt would say that with all of her vision problems, she should never have adopted a black cat. i knew that my aunt must be exaggerating and chuckled every time she mentioned the cat who couldn't be seen.

upon my aunt's passing, i adopted her cat. what my husband and i quickly learned is that this cat is invisible. she is not completely black, having  little orange and white bits here and there. but she blends into everything...including white. it is like there is the space of a cat but not actually a cat there.

she is the sweetest cat who simply oozes love and peace. i am so grateful to have her in my life because she also reminds me of my seriously awesome aunt. this photo is not a shadow or the way the light hit her. she is just magically invisible.

waiting for snow

we have snow in the forecast today. in north carolina, when this happens, we wipe grocery stores clean of bread and milk and then we sit and wait. clearly, nc mourning doves stock up on food then sit and wait too!

creepy art

my husband thinks
much of the art
i like is creepy.
he's not wrong about
paintbrush man.

peace and the pendulum

rocky's new sweater

 

rocky in the new sweater i made for him. he approves.

touch me

bands

my open gates

made by the hand of kris kramer at the silver pendant. textured and full under the open sky. my open gate leads to what, i don't know. but even the grass swirls and curls in joy for the journey. received today, these now hang from my ears and my hand reaches up and feels the road. the reminder that i am here to be. so beautiful and i can't believe they are mine!

me and my shadow

i love the perky ear shadow behind him.

maybe i was wrong

i was enchanted by the photos of the white stuff, falling everywhere but here. desperate for a bit of fluff. to step deep into winter and give myself to it.
but i was wrong. this little chocolate vine, new last spring, popped up and said hi, reminding me that i don't live in the dormant. i live for the spring.

what stress will getcha

between the cracks

 

i fell between the cracks

lost in the peek

off track 

but i think 

i am 

back