“Once upon a time, when women were birds,
there was the simple understanding that
to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk
was to heal the world through joy.
The birds still remember
what we have forgotten,
that the world is meant to be
celebrated.”
~Terry Tempest Williams

I was on a walk today and I noticed a page loose from a book on the sidewalk. I casually stepped over it and continued on. On my return, the same path, I picked up the page. Serendipity. A page from a book I had swooned over this summer. Deep, insightful.

Earlier in the day my daughter and I had a deep discussion of shared life emotions. The universe lets us connect when we need to connect. The page was a reminder of the mother/daughter bond . Send the energy out, it is returned. When women were birds, mothers and daughters flew together. We are still spirit birds. Let us stretch out our wings and take flight side by side. Celebrate love and support of each other.

My husband and I were able to spend three days in the Wyoming wilderness this week. The Big Horn Mountains Range in Wyoming revealed a gorgeous land of rocky outcropping, rivers, forest, mountains and ancient prayer sites. The trees showed us how easy it is to let things go… Leaves were starting to turn autumn colors and gently drifting to the earth.

‘Ramona’

I’ve been collaging on paintings through the summer, and when a friend gave me a molted snake skin that she and her son found out on a golf course, right away I knew it had a purpose.

Ramona is the gal from the song, Snake Farm that’s featured on my Brushland playlist. I’ve added the lyrics and YouTube video below. Ramona sounds like quite a character— lol

Button above takes you to the real Snake Farm Hubbard visited 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍

Married in 1975 on August 30th. I remember the days so well. Blue sky, warm weather, and a good thing! The reception was in my aunt Birdie‘s backyard. Cheri still talks about how her mom worried all summer what the weather would be like. And in Montana who knows what it will be like! But it turned out to be a Bluebird day. Fondest memories. Cheri and I chuckle about our gunnysack dresses, we were hippie girls. I think they are beautiful though. And Cheri was one of the most beautiful brides I’ve ever seen. Grandma and I were hanging together for the two days of festivities, it was so fun!