I watch and experience the count down.
This year had a dark side and a light side.
Losing my mother was bitter sweet.
Wild speculation and financial risks were scary.
Traveling through New York, New Jersey, Mexico, Louisiana, Alabama, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, California, Nevada, Oregon and Alaska showed me that I love many people.
I have a new Grandson Sam and a new home in New Orleans.
My art work was exhibited in three cities; New Orleans, Astoria and Anchorage. There is more to come. My heart aches, but not so much.
Woman is the formator of the Universe.
Mamaism is the container of the patterns, plans and codes.
The mother principal is creativity and love.
She unites the human with the cosmic.
Mamaism exemplifies the feminine, nurturing source of life and art.