Happy New Year

I have never liked New Year's Eve except the one depicted in the photo above with my beloved Arch a few weeks after our wedding in 1975. And after 10 days in Hawaii on our Honeymoon and then to Calary to spend time with his childen. We celebrated it at the Rooftop in the landmark Vancouver Hotel. A nine course meal, free liquor, a Live Orchestra and a suite for what seemed an exhorbitant price at the time for $175 but seems like a bargain tonight. We invited my sister and her husband to join us. It was a fantastic evening.

Afterwards many were spent in our home with either family or friends. I would always made Julia Child's recipe for French Onion Soup and Caesar Salad. That seemed to hit the spot after midnight and a copious amount of drinks.

I had anticipated to spend it in silence tonight but unexpectedly I received a phone call from an old boyfriend Riekele from the 60's who lives in Holland. He came to Canada to study. I was madly in love with him in my early 20's. It's a long story for another time. He rejected me and I was heartbroken at the time. Today I am glad he did because it allowed me to meet the love of my life. I was having a nice chat with my son Ryan in Japan via IM when his call came in. Rick and I chatted for over an hour. So instead of being alone, I feel as though I have had company. Quite delightful.

~ Tutte ~

Unfulfilled Desire

I began my photography years ago when I wanted something to have to paint in my later years when I knew the activities of youth would deminish. Now that they have arrived and I have all my photos, easel, drawing table, etc. I don't have the light or space.

I did create a line of Greeting Cards that provided some income after my husband died so they have served a purpose.

Another great impetus to change my Environement. During the period of my profound TPSD, lasting 6 years, my creative spirit became quagmired in the prison of disfunction on every level. Now it is beginning to resurface and undoubtedly if I become creative again, the photos will not be important as I will want to express my emotions. I hope to God it will become available to me. I have so many images in my mind that I want to express on paper or canvas.

~ Tutte ~

Accountability

Very thought provoking image of a child's suffering. It is happening to millions around the globe from various circumstances and it breaks my heart.

I question whether Peace and a World without War will ever become a possibility when children are raised in Poverty without Education and Hope for a brighter future?

We are all accountable/responsible and can make a change however small our effort.

Let us all make that a New Year's Years Resolution.

We do have the power to change the status quo.

~ Tutte ~

Contemplation

I Absolutely Love this picture. It reminds me so much of who I was as a little girl and who now inhabits a grown up body with far more serious aspects of life to think about.

I call that part of myself, The Observer. I don't know why I have always had this ability but it has served me well and taught me greatly. Most importantly, kept my Ego diminished and why I have never initiated conflicts. When I am confronted by other's needs to express theirs, I tend to step back and ask why? What is their motivation and intention? In doing that, I am able to gain some sense of understanding as I attempt to walk in their shoes. It's a difficult task and not always successful. It does however remove the sting from the wasp who does so because it feels threatened.

I have discovered that most people react out of fear, usually one they are totally unaware of. We are such fragile creatures and need constant validation. When we don't receive it or are so shut down that we can't even recognize it when the gift appears, we get in a defensive stance. An attack upon another is the inevitable outcome.

Fortunately I gained this wisdom in my teens when at 18, I moved into my first apt./room that was 15' x 8'. No bigger than a closet and without a TV or phone. I spent my nights with just my thoughts and a few books. I moved there in order to save money for my first trip back to Denmark to visit my relatives. I lived there for 5 months and they were probably the most challenging and fruitful years I have ever spent in terms of thinking about who I wanted to become as an adult and what values I wanted to incorporate in my life.

Based on the circumstances I have endured over the last 6 years, I find many similarities. The contemplative and observer in me is ever present. It allows me to step back and view what is going on whether physical or mental and put it into some perspective. I may not be able to change anything in the moment but at least I have an awareness and can think about the why and how. Without intially understanding the traumatic effects of PTSD, it was impossible to contemplate changing anything, always feeling out of control. Now that it dissipating, I feel so hopeful that I can regain some control over my future. I know I will.

I feel greatly blessed to have received this ability from birth.

~ Tutte ~

An Empty Glass

Shared many glasses of Cognac over the years with my beloved Arch. Even had a glass warmer to enhance the flavour.
Now the glasses are in the back of the cupboard and covered with dust.
Just like my life.

~ Tutte ~

MERRY CHRISTMAS

I'm definitely NOT part of the INN crowd and not sure I am one of the STABLE few either. In reality, I may be more stable than others who have lived with my circumstances. I feel quite proud of myself in fact.
? Merry Christmas ?

~ Tutte ~

Little Xmas Eve

In Denmark this is a night of celebration for family members who can't attend or are uninvited to join in on Christmas Eve which the is official day of Celebration and gift opening. I partook of those in the past and think I preferred them because they had fewer expectations and usually with a Danish Cold Table. My favorite meal of all.
Tonight I spend it alone as I will the rest of the Holidays and why I am looking through a cracked window. Memories Past and nothing to create Memories today. Is that not a cracked existence?

~ Tutte ~

exciting new project

I am delighted to announce I will be illustrating Randall de Seve's new book "Peanut and Fifi".

It is a smart, fun, clever story. I was fortunate to able to devote considerable time to developing a look for the characters while I was at Maurice Sendak's fellowship this fall, and can not wait to dive into the finished art.

Randall is the author of the wonderful "Mathilda and the Orange Balloon", "The Duchess of Whimsey", and "Toy Boat".

Needless to say, I am thrilled to have the chance to work with Randall as well as editor Liz Waniewski at Dial.

Rain or Snow?

It's been doing a little of both today and I don't really care unless I am housebound which I am not tonight.

I continue to cope with all the stimulations of this season. I just want to distance myself from it all. I have written to all my friends who would normally drop by with a gift or flower, not to do so. It was a very difficult letter to write.

In the past I have not opened my door or responded to the buzzer. Not even answered my phone. I just can't pretend any longer that I am not home. I don't want to protect others anymore from my Reality regardless of how it might hurt them as they attempt to express their Good Intentions and Christmas Spirit. I love them for having the desire.

Sadly, the Xmas Spirit is totally void in me......Hopefully it will return someday.

~ Tutte ~

in the bag

Late this week I put the final touches on the art for Petunia Goes Wild. It should be available in January of 2012.
For those who can't wait, the first Petunia adventure, A Pet for Petunia, will be out in ONLY SIX WEEKS!
Party info to come.

Cocooning

During the month of December, I crawl into my cocoon and the only time I allow my visage to appear is when I am grocery shopping. Otherwise, I disappear totally. It's the only way I know how to cope with all my pain and sorrow.

~ Tutte ~

Nostalgia

Just came across this photo and it brought back so many sweet memories of times gone by and never to be recaptured.

I could write forever of my memories of the past versus what I observe in the current generation. It leaves me with a great sense of grief over the loss of innocence and romance in the youth of today. I can no longer relate as I am sure those of us from my generation struggle with. Perhaps our parents felt the same. It makes sense then for the generations to die out. It is for everyone's benefit in the big picture.

~ Tutte ~

A Fleeting Moment of Joy this morning

My beloved youngest son living in Japan connected with me tonight via IM and we chatted for over an hour. I absolutely loved it. Wish they could happen more frequently but between the time difference, his scattered work schedule and my sleeping patterns makes this very rare.

He promised to phone over the holidays and that is the only gift I wish for. I know he will because he always does and they usually last between 3-4 hours. That's more time spent in talking versus sitting over a Turkey dinner where everyone is trying to inject their 2 minutes worth.

My heart is much lighter tonight. So grateful since the last couple of days have been really difficult. We all need an infusion of joy in our lives from time to time.

Mine are few and far between.


~ Tutte ~

On the Verge

I abhor the month of December. Too many reminders of all my losses. As each day progresses so does my level of Anxiety. The crack in my heart is growing longer and the hole in the pit of my stomach is getting deeper. I am doing everything I can to stave off another PTSD attack. Not sure how I will get through the month. I am so ready to crawl out of my skin that at times, I think I will loose my mind.

~ Tutte ~

36th Wedding Anniversary - If Only

It should have been but today all I have to comfort me are photos and my memories. Every moment of that day is as vivid as if it was yesterday. It was a very small and intimate reception and everyone said it was the most memorable they had ever attended.
We were only 28 to a sit down dinner with candlelight and music.It lasted until 5 AM since no one wanted to go home. So wish I could relive it again.


~ Tutte ~

Binds

What is it that binds you?
You are not bound by any chains now.
Is it just the thought that you are bound that binds you?
Mental chains can only be broken by mental effort.
~ Author Unknown ~

It is in this daily excecise I have spent the last 6 years. It has become much too long. I have attempted to explore every little niche and crevasse in order to discover one little weakness that I can chip away at so that I can finally find my release.

~ Tutte ~

Emerging

I do not define myself by how many roadblocks have appeared in my path; but by the courage I have found to forge new roads.

I do not define myself by how many disappointments I have faced; but by the forgiveness and faith I have found to begin again.

I do not define myself by how long a relationship last; but by how I have loved and have been willing to love again.

I do not define myself by how many times I have been knocked down; but by how many times I have struggled to my feet.

I do not define myself by I have appeared a fool; but by the number of risks I have taken.

I do not define byself by the number of mistakes I have made; but by the knowledge I have learned from trying a new way.

I am not my pain...I am not my past.

I am that which is emerging.

Author unknown.

Happiness

Happiness is the Carrot on the stick that the world is obsessed with via the accumulation of wealth and material things. It's an illusive term and means different things for everyone. Primarily based on expectations placed on us via our parents, schools, friends, work, advertising and the media. It's another term used without any real understanding as is the word Love.

In my humble opinion they both mean the same at their core. Contentment and Peace. To discover what that means for us as individuals is the journey we have embarked upon over many lifetimes. It requires time spent in the classroom of the Earthly experience, and our efforts in terms of going inwards and examining ourselves at a very deep level. It can only happen on an internal level and one that is unique to everyone. It requires a Letting Go of the Ego. The most difficult task of all.

Tutte

Balancing Between the Past & the Future

That's my Daily Battle and HOPE is all I cling on to.

~ Tutte ~

Support

The support I depend upon seems so Illusive at times. I know it is there on some level but not in the form I need. Or perhaps it is and I just can't reach out and ask for help.

~ Tutte ~

I've Had Enough...at least for Today

I've had enough of sleepless nights,
...of my unspoken grief,
of my tired wisdom.

Come my treasure,
my breath of life
come and dress my wounds
and be my cure.

Enough of words.

Come to me without a sound.

~ Rumi ~

Memories of Youth

Then transition between youth and old age is something we can't relate to in our early years. It happens much too quickly as we discover and what is so sad is that the image that reflects our physical body as we age has nothing in common with our heart and mind. I find it very difficult to come to terms with.

~ Tutte ~

Love Cures

Embrace

The Illusive Embrace that I constantly yearn for and constantly relied upon in the past.

~ Tutte ~

Star Catcher

Hoping to catch another soon. I have sent out a multitude of wishes over the years. Few have materialized...except for 3. My beloved Archie and my two sons. I have been greatly blessed in the areas where it really counts. I feel so grateful for having had loving and caring parents and a multitude of friends over the year who have been supportive and accepted me as I am.

~ Tutte ~

Grief - A Poem that Resonates

I had my own notion of grief.
I thought it was the sad time
That followed the death of someone you love.
And you had to push through it
To get to the other side.
But I'm learning there is no other side.
There is no pushing through.
But rather,
There is absorption.
Adjustment.
Acceptance.
And grief is not something you complete,
But rather, you endure.
Grief is not a task to finish
And move on,
But an element of yourself-
An alteration of your being.
A new way of seeing.
A new definition of self.

~ Gwen Flowers ~

I want to add to this, that Grief not only applies to the loss of a Loved one. It includes all losses. Some are easier to adjust to than others. I certainly know that regardless of how devastating I view my own, they are nothing in comparison to what others suffer.

I am reminded of all the young men and women who return from wars with major injuries, whether mental or physical (the physical are easier to recognize) but especially for those who have suffered major burns to their faces and have lost all resemblance to the person who once looked back at them in the mirror.

My empathy has always been focused towards burn victims. If you can't recognize yourself when looking in a mirror then how and by what means do you identify yourself? And how do others? It's the most horrifying injury in my opinion. Yet some have managed and become very inspirational beings. That requires far more courage than I have and I know I have a lot. I expect the human spirit is the strongest force of all. Provided there is a great deal of support and love. Without that, I expect most would opt out. Why I am sometimes tempted to.

~ Tutte ~

A Respite from Insomnia

I actually slept 9 hours last night. What a blessing.

Perhaps it was due to speaking on the phone for 5 hours with several people throughout the day and trying out an anti-depressant that my MD had given me the day before.

I am so unfamiliar now by being held captive by other's need to talk and fighting to get a word in edgewise that it becomes so fatiguing. Just confirmed my decision to silence my phone. Few are really capable of a mutual exchange since their own need talk over rides their ability to listen. I have always been a listener and have never really understood the underlying reason why most people suffer from verbal diarrhea. I expect it is due to the fact that they have never really been Heard so there is a need to speak incessantly. Sadly, they learn little from that type of exchange and it becomes a one sided conversation.

Archie, my husband was a fantastic listener and probably why we meshed so well. We always HEARD each other and felt validated. Validation is what everyone craves, sadly. Little do the talkers realize they won't receive it unless they can listen and validate the person they are talking AT. Probably why some peoples memories are so poor. If you don't ask the other person questions, constantly interrupt, then what is there to remember. I don't expect it will ever change.

I will continue to keep my phone silenced. I will initiate a phone call when I am prepared to be advised, judged and invalidated.

~ Tutte ~

Suitcase

I am so ready to leave for another journey and yet as much as I think I have packed my bags, I am still tied to some unfinished business and so this one has not yet been accomplished. How long???

~ Tutte ~

Parched

I am so parched from lack of sleep. Maximum 3 - 5 hours a day for the last few weeks.

~ Tutte ~

The Clock

Seems to have lost all meaning as I am still in the throws of Insomnia. We gage our activities and habits around time and this option is no longer present since I have no routine whatsover. It's so debilitating. Perhaps I will have to start taking sleeping pills. I am not and never have been a pill consumer but perhaps I no longer have that option.

~ Tutte ~

Orphanhood

As much as I try to distance myself from my state of being, the reality is that I, for the first time in my life, feel like an Orphan. I have not only lost my Parents but everyone else in my family whether my Death, Distance or Discord. It is a constant state of sorrow that I don't know how to overcome. I once had a life and a family of loving connections and today, I don't. My only connection is with my son Ryan who lives in Japan and my step-children in Calgary, Alberta. That is intermittent and with long pauses.

My oldest son, Shaun who lives 10 minutes from me, has distanced himself. We had to walk out of the Movie Bambi when he was a toddler because he couldn't deal with his emotions. We spent countless hours watching Sesame Street together with him sitting on my lap but when a certain segment came on about the letter I, with very ominous music, he would jump off my lap and leave the room. It disturbed him. I don't really understand his sensitivity but I can't judge. No doubt he doesn't understand himself and his responses either. It has taken me a lifetime of trying to understand my own and still don't know for sure. He did the same when his Dad was in the dying process. He couldn't communicate with him or go into the same room although they had been the greatest friends for 17 years. I believe he can't deal with anything emotionally painful. He is a very sensitive being and has been hurt profoundly in his teen years with the death of his father and the betrayal by his First love with his best friend. My situation is too difficult, I am sure, for him to deal with. Why he has stated that he doesn't know what to talk to me about. He is however, always happy to see me and gives me a big hug. That is reassuring. We have no discord between us. At least as far as I know. Perhaps he holds some resentments from his childhood that I am unaware of. I don't think I will ever have an answer to that question.

Regardless of all the work I have done within myself to come to grips with all the individuals and circumstances, including my sister, the one person I really need today and have had to divorce because of her bullying. The bottom line is that TODAY, I find myself without any family around to comfort me or provide me with youthful life, laughter, going down memory lane, distractions and support.

This must be what it feels like for an orphaned child who doesn't have the luxury of having the memories that I do for sustenance. I cannot even attempt to walk in their shoes. Life just isn't fair and I am pissed off with it all.


~ Tutte ~

Fractured Existence

It's been a horrific week of major Insomnia again. I don't know what causes this to happen but I have barely slept more than 4 hours a day/night and not always in a stretch. I know the underlying cause is my profound sorrow and financial worries but I often seem to keep them at a distance. However they are a constant underlying current that I can only suppress for so long. Tonight, I was so exhausted that I had to go to bed at 7PM which is totally opposite to the early 7AM that I have become familiar with. I woke up at midnight and didn't know if it was noon or night.

I am so grateful to have Computer Games to play that distract me from the Internal Dialogue that plagues me and I spend far too many hours gaming versus what I would really enjoy and would provide me with a sense of personal satisfaction and productivity. I am stymied. I know what I would love to do but have no means to make it possible. With my current life pattern that is so out of sync with Normal life, I have to find an avenue to pass the time. I abhor this way of living and so desperately wish it wasn't so.

I am SO Sad and Frustrated and don't know anymore how to extricate myself without some financial means. Still waiting for the Government to give me that outlet. I could phone and initiate a conversation around my Income Tax Adjustment claim but I am so hesitant to do that. My primary reason is that as long as I don't know I have been denied, I can keep Hope Alive. I need that desperately. It's my only link to a happier future. Should I discover that I am denied, I will be totally CRUSHED and then someone just give me a rope. What then is left?


~ Tutte ~

I Want the Light of Life to Shine on Me Once Again

I Just Want To Fly

I am so ready to spread my wings and fly into the unknown whether here on Earth or to another dimension. I just cannot tolerate living this way any longer.

~ Tutte ~

Inner Reflections

This reflects some aspects of the environment I need to nurture me as I go down Memory Lane on a daily basis. That versus sitting behind my PC 5 feet from my bed, looking at the bathroom sink and 5 feet from the toilet. How discordant and opposite to any environment I have ever lived in. I once lived in a 5 bedroom, 3 bathroom home. The entrance was a big as my total space today. It really feels like a prison cell. IT IS!!! Especially for someone who always had a home (size was of little concern as long as it was cozy) and a garden and freedom of movement. Is it any wonder I developed PTSD on top of all I had gone through before I moved in here? I think not!

~ Tutte ~

Dancing for My Beloved

Dancing was a huge part of our life together. Arch was a good dancer and we knit together from the first. It remained a constant in our lives up until the 4 months before the end. There were times when I would dance and entertain him whether by belly dancing or my Hawaiian intepretation to the record I picked up on our Honeymoon. He was always a captive and appreciative audience and I loved doing it for him.

There were no Poles back in those days, but I probably would have Pole danced as well. Might have kept me more in shape :)



~ Tutte ~

Constant Visits from the Departed

They provide me with a great deal of comfort on a daily basis whether via my memories or in my dreams.

~ Tutte ~

Love Extensions

Occasionally we have moments of clarity and I was delighted to have one of those tonight.

I finally understood for the first time what my husband had been telling me for the 20 years we were together. "I Love Loving You." I thought I understood but I hadn't, really. He always said he loved me more than I loved him and I had to concur without really understanding the depth of his capacity to love. What an example he was. He taught me much then and still does.

Tonight I was feeling so desperately lonely in my isolation, that it wasn't so much about the company of those that I love being absent, but my lack of ability to extend my love towards them. Having spent the majority of my life as a daughter, wife and mother, those were roles I fufilled with my utmost love and attention. They were a natural extension of my being. They were taken away from me in my mid 50's and it's been very difficult to come to terms with. In fact, I never have.

For me love has never been about receiving but in the giving. It's always been part of 'the who I am'. A Nurturer. Why I have loved My beloved Archie, my family, my 2 beautiful Sons and my adored pets and plants. I have always put everyone else first so since loosing my beloved Myki, my last outlet, there has been a huge void and perhaps why I have this constant craving in the pit of my heart and stomach that nothing can relieve.

It felt good however sad, to come to this realization. This will change my perception and I will think about options of what I might do to find another outlet in the future. That's a hopeful thought.

~ Tutte ~

where the wild thing was

I haven’t blogged in a while, primarily since I returned just a few weeks ago from a residency program under Maurice Sendak.

I and 3 other artists had a month in which to work on our own projects and commune with each other and the Master of Children’s Books. I had a wonderful, productive time.

It is astounding how inspirational an environment of little or no distractions and the company of like-minded fellows can be.

I hope to get back to posting more, but I have a looming deadline at the end of this month, so am immersed in pictures rather than words...

Maurice smiling:

He is truly a delightful guy.

Both photos taken by the wonderful Lynn Caponera. 

Seperation

A representation of the world of illusion that seperates us. If we only understood.

The breath and blow of a Loving Global Intention would/could dispel it all.

I know I am an Idealist but make no excuse. That is how I desire to see the world. No Descrimination, No Wars, No Political Discord, No Famine, No Hunger, No Poverty. There is enough on this planet on every level to sustain us all. If only the Ego would get out of the way.

~ Tutte ~

Lille Tutte Pige (Little Tutte Girl)

I felt so unbelievably sad and lonely today that I found myself speaking to myself outloud in Danish with words that my mother would have said to me as a little girl. That is what I STILL AM. I desperately need someone to kiss my booboo.

Believe me that wasn't easy since I never speak Danish anymore but still came quite naturally as a voice from the very distant past. It comforted me.

~ Tutte ~

AFTERWORD TO MY UNFINISHED BIOGRAPHY

Just as the caterpillar reaches the end of its feeding frenzy in order to move into the next stage of its evolution, so I feel I have reached that point in my life. I have tasted a great variety of leaves, some were unexpectedly sweet others very bitter. Now I am searching for the right branch upon which I will suspend myself and create my cocoon. When I find it, I will attach my weakened body but with a spirit so strong and full of anticipation for what lies ahead and evolve into an awe inspiring butterfly and a free spirit. I have full confidence that when the time comes to emerge from my cocoon, my wings will fill with the fluid of God's energizing life force, expand and spread in the warmth of the loving light that will envelope and infuse me.

A caterpillar is unaware that it will have the potential to fly thousands of miles across continents. It is so far beyond its limited experience of crawling along a branch searching for the next leaf and so I have no concept of what ultimately awaits me. My mind is incapable. My Spirit however, is Open to the Unlimited. The anticipation is difficult to describe as the analogy of the caterpillar and butterfly is all I can relate to.

I look forward to getting my wings and flying into the unexpected and unknown. What an Adventure!

My Dream Life during Sleep has always amazed me. I have memories going back to my baby years and 100's in my memory bank. I can't describe them except in snippets now and then to friends. I do know I have spent a large part of my life living somewhere between the Here and There. I always preferred the THERE. And so to that Realm I will return.

I know you will all join me eventually and I look forward to reconnecting again as more evolved and enlightened beings.

With Peace and Love to all who read this, Tutte

I know this is very premature but since I may never finish my Biography, I feel this message is important enough to include here. We never know when the call arrives to invite us back to the Mystical and Mysterious. Or REALITY? I think the world we live in is an Illusion on most levels. The Unknown Dimension looks far more preferable.

My World

Our living spaces can become nurturing homes for our bodies and Souls when we make sure that our surroundings accurately reflect who we are as individuals and who we aspire to become; no matter how positive and creative you may be in your inner world, if your home or work surrounds are contradictory or present energetic barriers, you are like to find it difficult to manifest all that your desire.

By paying attention to the flow of energy around you, you can align your inner intentions with your outer realities to make your life a conscious act of creation.
~ Unknown Author ~

A comfortable home and a nesting place is what we all need. For some it is a mud hut and others a million dollar mansion. So much depends on our expectations and the culture we live within. But a place of comfort is absolutely necessary. A mud hut is far preferable to lying under goat skin on the desert floor.

My space is so incongruent to every home I have ever lived in and what I can no longer deal with regardless of my level of patience. 6 Years is too much and my life is getting shorter. I am finally able to embrace MOVING. I no longer have any choice if I want to remain mentally intact. I will insert a quote below I just received that provides some insight for me. In fact, it has left a huge impact and ties in with what I have learnt through A Course in Miracles. Will expand further when I have time to let it integrate. For the moment, it seems to all make sense.

~ Tutte ~

My Soul is Yearning to Expand and Grow

The soul is always yearning to expand and grow. This is the reason why we are subconsciously drawn to home environments that can give us what we need at a particular point in time. The homes we choose often provide what we most need to progress on our journey towards wholeness. Some of these environments may seem to lack harmony or even have unpleasant aspects, but they always offer us an opportunity to grow.

Your dwelling is an outward expression of your inner being, and on a very profound level it is also a place where you can grow spiritually. In the deepest sense, your personal space is a sharply accurate mirror of your subconscious desires, hopes, fears, and dreams. It reveals your beliefs and decisions about yourself and the world. It is a reflection of your identity.

Just as we are drawn to individuals and experiences that contribute to our spiritual growth, so too we may seek environments that can help us to learn the lessons that we need in life. The Dalai Lama once remarked that you don't learn tolerance from your friends. What this means is that it is sometimes the people you find the most disagreeable who have the most to teach you. This is true with our homes as well.

~ Denise Linn ~