5 inches long and, well, perfect.

Poems to nourish and comfort. I have a lifelong obsession with silk . I thing it started when my father came back from China in 1948 with a little embroidered black silk jacket that fitted me as a two year old! I still have it, now framed, a precious family heirloom. There is something unique and wonderful about the way silk catches the light too, always intensifying the glorious colours. My weave design has gone through a number of iteration.

Just a dreamer with rainbow colored glasses. Well its been a while. you know, growing a human. I am 26 weeks tomorrow and getting excited and also nervous. I have been reflecting over the last year and a half of my life and how much things have changed. I was learning to walk again after 3. I only hope that I can impart this zest for life and wisdom to my soon to be daughter.

You never really know exactly how other people are feeling. I have come across people who are vocal about their most personal thoughts, feelings, struggles and successes. Then there are others, who you stand next to, they smile but really they are completely broken. Be kind, try to understand and be patient the pain you think someone is feeling is most likely a whole lot worse. The worst thing you can do is give up on the person who needs you the most.

When a mother dies too young, something inside her daughter always feels incomplete. I was always judged by what my mother. Would have said, done and been. Forever perfect, she was portrayed. She would try to tell me stories about my mo.