Pics as requested

Life has been busy and I find myself happier each new day. The rain has stopped and I think the sun is about to shine. I will have more time to blog next week but I wanted to at least post a photo for my mom!! I'm a little disgusting (had not showered and was preparing for a presentation. So I was going on very little sleep but I think G was making up for my need to rest). We are in the organic cafe in the loft. G is sitting on the couch taking a nap. Love ya- post soon I promise :)

DREAMs

I found this in a molskin journal. I don't really remember writing it, some of it comes back to me as I read it.

What do I dream of? This is the question I ask myself daily, on the hour, every minute- what suffocates the answer under lock and key is the death of my imagination- some call it waking up to reality- I call it insomnia, the inability to dream.

Joanna has lived a colorful life which has gifted her with a fluid awareness; keeping her in the moment. She shared thoughts with me on a wet summers evening. The rain has a way of unleashing silence on the world. As it pours we grow quite from within- retrospection- unlike the sun with it's brilliant warm and blinding reflections that pull us out into the environment where external chatter lies- combining the two will bring us into the present.
Joanna asked me to go back- back to the days of my girl hood. Days full of sunshine. What did I dream of being, who was I. Those days were filled with inner dreams and the beauty of living out those dreams in childlike play. A school teacher, an astronaut, a mom- no these heroes did not live in my fantasy. I was an actor,a playwright, an artist. I was in control of my environment and I had a job for anyone who stepped into it. Memorize these lines, you sit there, I need someone to run the camera!
Cartwheels, somersaults and twirling through the grass. If only we could spin and somersault into adulthood laughing with our dreams intact.
What did you want to be when you were six??

Some of you may have seen this email being passed around. So to all of you that do not have a home shooling teacher like I do (Little G) here is what he has to teach you. Very ZEN!
GREAT ADVICE!
If a dog was the teacher you would learn stuff like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
When it's in your best interest, practice obedience.!
Let others know when they've invaded your territory.
Take naps Stretch before rising. Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back in the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout .. Run right back and make friends. Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.
Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.