My 110th Day

I believe I have been shaped by the places I have lived

With hardship, despair and sadness everywhere at every turn, it can take a toll on a person

And at some point you can't help but lose a bit of faith in humanity.

The shiny core that makes us unique slowly gets duller and duller.

Had we not made a drastic change in our scenery I fear to think where my state of mind might be.

It is my 110th day here in the new change... yes I counted.

There are signs of life now where once was none.

There is paint on the brushes of the captain 10 years later...

 There are ancient stories being retold in pencil...

There are old projects that are now being completed and on their way to a new home

There is a Ray Bradbury fan who is coming into his own as writer himself.

There is a princess who is learning about being a lady and teaching me to be a better mother along the way

...and yes takes the occasional siesta.

There is our porch where the door is always open...

to spend our days ....

and nights

Then there are moments that complete me and restore my faith in people.
When a mother takes the time to write me a list of fun things to do in a new city...
it made my day ...

Chestnut greeting me

Some warm gooey mentions...
Alison's beautiful written post on the belief on the good eggs out there warmed my heart.
My friend Isabel opened a lovely shop of beautiful handmade things that inspires me every day.

Hope your week is filled with warm gooey good stuff.