I thought I wanted to write about…

the state of the world, culture, democracy..blah blah blah. However, after very little thought…I’m not doing that. No one is waiting on my thoughts or opinions. I’m quite certain (roughy 100%) that my adult children would agree.

Instead, I’m posting art I’ve never shared. Here you go…

A toy figurine of a cowboy or ranger stands in front of a textured wall with abstract shapes, possibly representing bubbles or organic forms, with a faint outline of a child in the background.
An artistic overlay of tree branches on an X-ray image of a human pelvis and spine.
An artistic image of a faded photograph with abstract paint strokes overlaying a face. The text notes that it's a representation of 'My Mom' with a date of 1/19/01.

“. . .Looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

I swoon in the presence of all things…

broken, bent, torn and stained

the often discarded 

have always captured my attention

in ways that newness

or perfectness never have

Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure. —Rumi

The verse above is from a poem of mine titled: In The Ruins

https://lisalillibridge.com/2018/02/22/in-the-ruins-my-love-story/