Blooming
Why
It took me a long time to realize that life is, by its nature, a set of challenges. I used to think that once I got the current problem solved, it would be clear sailing! Instead, our challenge is to be the rose, blooming amongst the thorns of our circumstances.
Ideally, our roots are in the spirit, symbolized here by the little bird.
Doll gown - hand crocheted by my maternal grandmother, Nellie Freeman.
Setting - tower rooms in a dollhouse purchased at Circa
Roses, goldfinch, and water droplets - from my garden.
Moss and ferns - growing on my sister Cindy’s concrete picnic table in Florida
Sticks - from my sister Cindy’s property in Florida
Interior of bottom room - abandoned horse stable shown to me by my friend Susanna
“Atmosphere” - misty forest in the Shenandoah National Park
