Sit a Spell

08/29/2025

👋🏻HaPpY FridAy everyone ☕️☕️I saw two crows this morning ~ my first thought, “Two for Joy”. Here’s what the Crow Tarot says ~

08/26/2025

Good morning ☕️☕️

08/18/2025

Monday musings ☕️☕️🫶🏻

08/12/2025

I’m thinking 777 (likes on the page) and Yellow 🙌🏻
Happy color ☀️~ Thanks for each and every one
👋🏻Pick a color and a number 💭… the first ones that popped into your mind ~ 🔮

08/10/2025

☕️Something for a Sunday 💕💫

The morning I found my husband packing his things into boxes marked "studio apartment," I stood in our empty living room listening to nothing but the sound of my own heartbeat echoing off bare walls. Twenty-three years, gone. The silence was deafening.
I couldn't sleep for weeks. Every night, I'd wander through rooms that felt like a museum of someone else's life, picking up random objects we'd collected over the decades. Old medicine bottles, broken jewelry, keys to locks that didn't exist anymore. All the little pieces of a marriage that was supposed to last forever.
That's when I started making these. At first, it was just desperate midnight crafting to keep my hands busy, stringing together bits of our old life on a piece of driftwood I'd grabbed from our last family vacation. The amber bottle held pills for anxiety I'd never admitted to taking. The blue one, vitamins he'd bought me because he "wanted me to be healthy." Every piece told a story I wasn't ready to let go of.
I posted a photo in a crafting group, thinking maybe five people would see it. Instead, dozens of women started messaging me, sharing their own stories of starting over, of turning pain into something beautiful. One suggested I try selling them on the Tedooo app, said there was a whole community there of people creating from broken places.
Setting up my little shop on Tedooo felt so easy, but I still thought - who was I to sell anything? But then the orders started coming in. Women going through divorces, empty nesters, anyone who needed to transform their scattered pieces into music. Each wind chime I shipped felt like sending out a prayer that we'd all be okay.
Now when the wind picks up, my garden sounds like a symphony of second chances. And every morning, instead of waking up to silence, I hear the gentle reminder that broken things can still make beautiful music.

08/07/2025

☕️☕️🫖💫💕~ pretty sure this covers all genders.

(Pssssst… whispering… quietly, so as not to disturb the men folk, My Aunt Loretta once told me, “All men are as****es, you just have to find one you can put up with ; ) 🤷‍♀️ I think Bob Marley stated it a bit less succinctly ✌🏻~ either way, wise words.

04/03/2025

☕️☕️💕💫

04/01/2025

Thinking about a dear old friend and mentor of mine. Her given name was Caroline, but her friends called her Kitty. Before she passed, she told me “I’ll come back and f*ck with your music”~ and occasionally, she does… static, interference, random song plays 🙄. When this happens, I just smile and say “HellOooo Kitty👋🏻”
Do you have any “visitors” and how do you “know”?

Leave me in peace...