the contemporary discourse of finger painting or: The Intersection of Art + Motherhood
Thursday, March 6, 2014
the thing with wings
A few weeks ago a friend wrote to me about hope. She assured me that when you feel hopeless, the people who care for you will always hold the hope for you, and that this is the invisible thread that connects us all.
She also assured me that I could tug on this thread wherever I am, whenever I need.
Hope, like the crocus shoots poking out of the ground. Finding their way through a cold winter surface to seek out the sun.