It is not a melody of happy go lucky. Sometimes we are placed on the pounding block. Whipped around by consequence. Tears dry and heartbreak mends. All those things get washed away. Scars leave marks and so do tough words. 

We are stronger than our foes. Do not worry. Buried within is a box. Tools to weather the storm. Breath. Yes, just breath. Then step. One solid one. Make it firm complete and in hearts reach. 

Life turns inside out and upside down. We are better. I lean into that truth. I tell myself over and over. For it is never to late. I am a heart of revision, clearing and muddling through shining skies. 

A visit to Miami for Art Basel a few years back.

Nice way to celebrate finishing a masters program.

Sisters

Photo booth fun.