addressing the situation

When I lived in Mexico, I owned a big, safe, concrete home. I lived alone. I rarely locked my gate. I always felt safe. It was a tiny island, with very little crime, only occasional petty theft and domestic violence. It was a refuge for me. My happy place. My comfort zone. My paradise. Before moving there full time as a homeowner, I vacationed there in the winter months like all of the other touristas. I wore cute little sarongs and barely there bikinis. I sipped sunset margaritas and sunrise tequilas. I lounged on the beach with cabana boys nearby. I did yoga in the morning and tango at night. But when I became a resident, my experience changed dramatically. There were walls to paint, roofs to repair, tenacos ( water holding tank) to replace and small bills to pay. But I still lived in paradise, and I still felt safe. It was a wonderful life, and I have no regrets. Now I am here in Texas, loving my life and feeling safe again. I live in a tiny town with no crime, the sarongs are packed away, and I rarely lock my door. My new friends I have met thru the artful blogland are passionate about their causes and I am on board with this one. This is an invitation for you to express your care and concern thru a piece of art. Paint. Sew. Bead. Photograph. No matter what....we all love to play "dress up" Go HERE to discover how you can help. ART SAVES LIVES Monica is a Rock Star when it comes to passion so thanks to her for lighting a fire under this project! You can also click on the icon to the right of this post