A Penny Puppy and a Pocket of Love
I was looking forward to the storm this weekend. It felt like the perfect excuse to stay in my pajamas and be present in the studio, with no distractions.
I met with my writing group Saturday morning and felt inspired and grateful to be among such bright, generous people who are also beautiful writers. And then—well. We all know what happened. The unimaginable. Again.
Yesterday, I pulled myself together enough to take a walk with Jazzy. The park was empty. No other voices. No other footprints in the snow. The sound of the creek soothed my soul and steadied my nerves.
Can art be an act of resistance? I’ve always believed it could be, though lately I’m not so sure. What I do know is that for my own mental health, I needed to make something.
So here is a little Penny puppy, with a pocket of love. I hope, even for just a moment, it brings you a small glimmer of joy.
Be well.
Be kind to yourself and others.
Check on your neighbors.
Do something to soothe your soul.
xo

