life of a georgia Artist

                                                           Photo by  Aron Visuals  on  Unsplash The Moon called to me "Come see my radiant light!" I turned west and witnessed his gleam as he crept toward goodnight. The moon dipped past the horizon, sliding silently into darkness, regaining strength to come back,  from the under side of the sphere. Complicated rhythms, moon and night, night becomes day, and day becomes light. The moon hates the sun, the sun hates the night, complicated fears, each filled with fright. The night comes again, the sun hiding so bright, the moon once again chasing its light, and here our tale begins once more, the sun struggling to gain control from the night.. I woke this AM and noticed the moon. I turned west instead of east and was caught in the moons light. ...

                                            Photo by Beatriz Pérez Moya on Unsplash   Self Help books are everywhere. Instruction manuals for how we should care for ourselves. Why in this day and age do women need to be told to be taking care of THEMSELVES? Because we are the last person we take care of. We need our kids to thrive, our spouse to succeed, and ourselves to be burnt out at the end of the day. We struggle, we drag ourselves day to day, we are up first and to bed last, we are warriors who are cracking in their armor.    Today's world is full of ideas and tips on fast cooking, how to make our kids succeed, how to not procrastinate and how to self help ourselves. Why do we need to make spaghetti sauce from scratch? Why do we sew holes in ...