Waiting to take the flight back to France after my last visit to my mom, sitting at the airport, lonesome, she texted me that she wanted a jacket just like my new one from Sundance. Typing in the size, credit info, her address, I began to smile. I had a beginning.

I love the Sundance store. I’ve been three times already this trip. When I see the perfect blouse, or scarf, or dress, I take a heart picture and send it up to heaven, and life keeps beginning.

When we used to go on trips, my mom and I, before returning home, we had to put a “dream in our pockets” — something new to focus on. Never the ending of this trip, but beginning a new one. I mention it only because she’s still filling my dream pockets. Yesterday, when I got the news from my publisher regarding a new painting commission, it was glorious, but not all that surprising. Returning home, I will have a new project, something to focus on that I love, a beginning. 

The sun is coming through the morning window. I have all that I need, and just enough to wish for.