11/19/2025
Today I'm sick, so I'm taking it easy and resting as much as I can. I've found myself lately, revisiting old books and magazines I've written for, old art pieces I've made and sold, jewelry projects and pieces in so many publications. I'm grateful.
I used to create art assemblages before my life pivoted toward jewelry. I made photos displays from old dustpans and oil cans. I made stitched hearts from ancient fabrics with words on them made from the end papers of discarded books....and I fashioned paper wings from wire and old tissue paper.
I've lost her somewhere, among life's heaping spoonfuls of chaos, marriage, children, illness, and the last seven years I spent roaming the desert of grief after the loss of my oldest child to an overdose. Those years, well they seem like a blur. And here I am so close to the closing of this very difficult year.
I'm ready to find her again. I'm ready to find the woman who believed that everything was as it should be. That nothing is accidental. That my life story; and my art means something.
The excerpt here is from my sister's book called "Taking Flight" by Kelly Rae Roberts, in which she interviewed me for the chapter in her book. It was published in 2008. As many times as I've showed it to curious strangers, friends and given it as gifts, I never noticed that my page in the book was 69. The year I was born. 1969.
If we believe there are no accidents, and allow gentleness with ourselves and patience with our God; I believe we will always be shown the way back to ourselves. Back to our divine. Because the divine dwells within us and we in the divine.
Leaves still fill me with wonder, even after decades. One by one, I'll find them again. On the path back to myself. I've been gone a long time.
Thank you, Kelly Rae, for believing in me all those years ago. For your tender and sweet words about me in your book. Your heart is never alone.