It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.
Mom of two sunbursts of joy; K, my precious kitten, 7. I love her curly brown hair, the freedom of her imagination and her deep, sweet innocence. T is 4. He is my blond, blue-eyed bear. He makes me laugh.
Wife to A Good Man. He is my love, my very best friend and the one who keeps me grounded (I tend to go off with the fairies now and then).
I am consciously trying to be mindful of each and every moment; embrace life with love, laughter and learning and give freely knowing that what I have is considerable. Also, trying show my kids the beauty of nature in our concrete jungle; enter Waldorf, my newfound passion!
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