Tasha Tuesday

Hey, hey Tasha.

You're looking mighty fine today.














There you are girl, butterflies about your head, clad in the color combo of black and white... exactly as you orchestrated.

The long blonde, highlighted, twisted, tresses of last week have been replaced by a sleek black cropped cut with just the right amount of wave to be flirty

My, my Miss Tasha.  You don't look like the nurses in my doctor's office.  Are you sure you're not really a model sporting a slice of attitude?







Not only was Tasha hanging out with butterflies so was Mr. M.  He was placing the new chrysalis on the walls of Clarehouse's butterfly habitat.

I had to take a shot of Miss S's tresses too.  Long and luscious, aren't they?


Miss S is the Clinical Director of Clarehouse .  It is she who takes reservations for the guests who visit. 

One of the many lovely things Clarehouse does when a guest leaves is to place a lit votive on the ledge outside their door.  Whenever we see a votive glowing under a room number we know that another soul has passed through the veil.  A silent prayer of thanks  hovers about the entire building whenever a soul passes.



Thanks for traveling with me through Clarehouse today.  I hope you get to see some form of life bursting from its cocoon.  I hope you are free to express who you are.  I hope a silent prayer of thanks hovers about you.