my mother’s hand

  my mother’s hand… so beautifully and instinctively looks for the blooms; the beauty; the heart of another. as I snapped the photo of the flowers at the market, she was walking and speaking, “look at the beauty”. I do see the beauty momma! Yes, the flowers are breathtaking, but more than anything, I marvel…

The Necessity of Beauty in Tough Times

My heart was a little heavy. I was deep in thought about those I love and inwardly trying to “solve the world’s problems” (what? you don’t do that?)  Anyway, I read the title of this article in Darling magazine: Why We Need Beauty When Times are Tough . (PLEASE take a minute to read the article). Oh,…