In the rain the air is filled with dancing globes.

The Date Tree shimmers.

My secret garden is in my mind.
.

It is where all the trees I have loved live.
I go there when it is raining.
I love rainy days.

My daughter drew me a picture years ago.
She wrote in calligraphy one of my favorite sayings.
I framed her drawing.
It hangs in the guest bath in June.

This saying is how I felt about being a parent.
It is how I feel about my art filled life.
It is a process.
I am kind to my way.

I befriend me in my growth.

I leave the petals where they fall.


I like the look.

I do help the fallen petals.
On the coffee table I placed a crystal bowl under the vase of the Lilies.
I wanted the petals to fall into the bowl.
They did.
Instant potpourri.

When all the petals have fallen I will take the fallen petals and the spent stems out to the compost. Full use.

Our son is moving.
He is beginning the next chapter in his life.
I celebrate this change for him.

I am changing too.
This is my story of how out of the ashes rises the Phoenix.
Hopefully it will not take me 500 years.

I embrace the Artful Life.
I live conscientiously.
I live respectfully.

I live the artful life.