I'm not sure what this blog post will say, but I did promise (myself and you) that I would write more regularly, so here I am.
This week has been insane. An exceedingly intense metaphorical rollercoaster. Some really wonderful moments have happened this week, also a major devastating one that made just about everything else feel inconsequential. The majority of it I can't blog about, but sufficed to say, things is crazy up in here y'all.
What do you do when the worst thing you can possibly imagine, happens? Not to you, but to someone you love more than anything in the world. How do you deal with the emotions that come with that? How do you react?
I tell you what we do.
We stand up, and we fight.
We say no.
I can tell you what people have done for me. They have stood next to me on the battlements and cried the war-cry right alongside me, even when I have insisted that this is not their fight. They have lain in the mud with me when I've been beaten, and bloodied, promising me that if I want to get up again, they will help lift me. And they have lifted me to my feet each and every time I've fallen.
Now it's my turn. I've been beaten down, I've been lifted, and I've been carried to this place so that I can be. Here. Now.
You're not alone in this. Not for a moment.

It has been a very, very long time since I have been posting regularly on my blog. I am sorry to all of you lovely people that ever bothered to read it. I have a desire to start writing again, but most of what I could write about seems either, inconsequential, or a smidge too private to share with the world-at-large. However, I am going to put aside my insecurities and start anew. It is, after all, that time of year.

So, Today.

My life consists almost entirely of taking care of my brother's kids. That, and therapy. Almost everything else that I once cared about seems to have fallen along the wayside. Art, writing, friends, church. However, my schedule may be about to open up, at least for the duration of the summer. I am looking for ways to make my life fuller, my interactions more meaningful, my time spent with the children more memorable.

I am making art again, and encouraging others to do so, including the kids. I am spending my spare time working on "assignments" from my therapist, which I adore (most of the time). Maybe I will start posting some pictures of my therapy art journal on here. I am taking more pictures of the kids, especially cadence, as she seems to have grown an inch every time i see her!

Here are some of the recent favorites, to keep you going until (hopefully) tomorrow.

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