A love poem for Valentine’s Day, and for any day, every day. Love is always.
By Rabindranath Tagore
A Love Poem – I dreamt that …
Life
Always learning …
Always learning, always growing, always grateful.
The Season
It seems that the holidays feel different every year. It’s not a matter of growing older, but maybe of seeing the world through different eyes.
Some years have seen good-sized gatherings, some years, small and intimate ones. Some years bright and merry, others quiet. There have been years where gift-buying was a big deal, others when it barely mattered at all. Years with COVID in play, years not.
The common thread? Change. Everything is always in motion, including how we spend our holidays, where, and with whom.
The other thread? Feeling grateful … for all the experiences the holidays have brought, and those they will bring.
Here’s hoping that you will not get lost in the rush, but lost in the peace, joy, and sweet calm of the season. I’ll be joining you for these.
It wouldn’t be the beginning of December if I didn’t mention that I have adorable Frenchie items for sale in my Etsy shop, or that my magical and beautiful picture book, Where Do Butterflies Go at Night?, would make a great Christmas gift.
Cheers!
Unexpected
Life can be so unexpected. It can try and tear us down, or it can surprise us with the most unanticipated gifts.
I believe that the more gifts we hope for, look for, and dare to expect, the more we will receive.
Happy Halloween!
It is said that on All Hallows Eve (Halloween) the veil is the thinnest between the realms of the living and the dead, and we are most able to be in touch with our ancestors/loved ones on the other side. Whether this is true or not, whether you believe it or not, it is a magical time when anything seems possible.
Have a great day!
p.s. This is my final drawing for Inktober. Done!
Still A Dreamer 