One of my favorite memories was sitting under the dining room table a listen to my Mother,Aunts,Grandma and Moms friends plot and plan how to decorate their homes. Now they didn't have a ton of cash just alot of imagination and determination. So the bug was caught. When my Mom died, the one thing I wanted more than any thing was a little sign it simply said" MY HUSBAND SAYS IF I GO TO ONE MORE GARAGE SALE HE'LL LEAVE ME.....I'LL MISS HIM." She never did, but the suitcase was always under the bed. Here's to the Gypsy in all of us
Sometimes the path leads you to an awareness of how finite things are. The only thing which remains is the Light. We are all striving to return to point of creation.
It gives me clarity to know I cannot exist in a world with out creating. So the path comes over the rise and before me is a new vista, a chance not to return to where I was but where I must go.