Decades ago, mine was Night of the Shooting Stars…the peak of the Perseid Meteor Showers. On that night of magic, my oldest daughter danced into my life and the foundation of a family that nurtures was birthed—the love for daughters/the love of daughters—roused beauty I had never seen or felt.
Lore says the Night of the Shooting Stars is a night when all your dreams come true. Truth.
Nature is there for us in boundless ways. In the sky, in the earth, in us. If only you we slow to the rhythms and invite it in. Magic.
So painting Night of the Shooting Stars was born of wonder—I suspended my expectations and let it take me on a journey completed this week in this season of gratitude.
Recently, I saw a quote that said “Happiness comes not from how much you have but about being grateful for what you have.”
Feeling grateful to be with my people this week… all the shooting stars~*