Just For Mama

In the midst of keeping everything tidy

and thriving

I've taken fifteen minutes a day to work toward spoiling myself rotten.

What is the point of making art if you never gift the hands that work

or the heart that lets it all come through?

I took the biggest, juiciest piece of chrysoprase my world has ever known

and surrounded it with pieces that are filled

front and back with great meaning for this time in life.

Self-care may be chaotic at best these days, but 

it is happening 

and this is all that matters

.

I hope you are tending to yourselves, dear friends

even if you do it sporadically

and furtively

.

xoxo,

Sunny