All day long we'd be nursing baby and bunny, dress on, dress off, wrapping baby up, washing baby, changing nappies, swaddling her in a blanket, laying her in bed.... I mean the whole day! Then when it was bedtime for granddaughter Connie, of course baby and bunny had to go too... No one has taught her this deep nurturing behavior, it is as natural as breathing... I think this might be why these female doll-like creative expressions keep popping up, why I so enjoy playing with my images, expanding them in the digital playground. As a child I remember the books that had the perforated pull out paper dolls with interchangeable mix and match wardrobes, where the dresses hooked onto the dolls by tabs at the back, this fascinated me. I have the natural desire to nurture, this seems to be deeply seated within the feminine. When looking around 'blogsphere' a profusion of nurturing sister circles have appeared, nourishing and flourishing! I have come to the real
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are perfect for remembering.
[and so glad you are back.. hope you had a brilliant time away xo]
Thanks you for sharing your loved ones memory with us Ms. Foxy.
Peace
welcome home from your adventures. i too have been away and am visiting all this morning swept away with the love of family.
i remember this photo and a wonderful story you shared about your mother.i love you.
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for the Heart }}