This is where I found that more and more of my garments have paint on, and that I'm much more pleased than annoyed about it. This is where there are glass water jars coloured around the rims with old paint, and bunches of brushes in the kitchen, and where the laughter of kids will linger.
This is where my Lulu was born, as an expression of my deepest hopes and dreams, and as a voice that many women may have forgotten they had.
This is where I'm now packing my life into boxes to take it to a new place, a blank canvas full of promise and possibility. There will be new dreams, new ideas, new classes filled with the marvel of creating, of mastery and exploration.