3 generations; same page

More often than not, my mother and I find ourselves doing/saying/thinking/dreaming the same things.  We think we're psychic.  Outsiders think we're psycho.  We don't care.

But get this, now my daughter, *Mila* is in on the act.

Last month, we all created art in our own ways.  Separately, yet simultaneously.

Beatles songs came forth.  Check us out.

Gramma [Golden Slumbers]

Willow [Hey, Bulldog!]

*Mila* [hybrid of Golden Slumbers]:

signed, the willow

*Sigh*

As of late I have been very absent.  Absent from creativity.  Absent from my blog.

I've focused my attention on the dribbling mess that my former business is leaving behind.  I've been winding down all that income tax mumble jumble.  Balancing a full time job.  Being a mom to a gymnast that now takes a night class for 3 hours.

Suddenly my life has become busy.

And I've had a chance to assess.  Assess what should have been.  What was. What is.  I'm finding the power of now.  For now comes to an end and recognizing the end makes me live in the "now".  Because the now will end.  Does this make us relish it more?  I like to think so.

Life is too short some say.  Life is too precious.  What do you think?

I think I need more of "Big Carl" and his contents:

signed, the willow