One of the people I admire most, said something to me this past year that has resonated, reverberated and proven itself to be very true over and over again.
It is amazing the difference one single conversation can make.
On Wednesday this week I went to the grocery store and hanging high, there it was.
Jube jubes, separated and packaged by colour.
It was practically a miracle.
Finishing up a workshop the other day, two seven year olds remained in the studio.
One had wanted to add a kitty to her Family Tree because they had gotten a kitty since she completed her Tree with me last summer
The one with no cats looked at other’s tree and said Where is your dad? Why isn’t he in the Family Tree?
Without missing a beat, she responded, I don’t have a dad.