Marie Helen Abramyan

The whole world's a canvas for our sketches

— Marie Helen Abramyan

Anxious hearts strike, while ticking clock arms run

— Marie Helen Abramyan

Under the spotlight, of the streetlights

— Marie Helen Abramyan

Running after my own dreams

— Marie Helen Abramyan

A new week has commenced, and we face new days filled with experiences yet to be discovered, and moments yet to be adventured, some good and some inevitably challenging. As we look forward to the week, let’s take heed from one of the many big lessons the smaller things in nature provide, and strive in stride like the resilient wildflowers that begin each day by turning to face the rolling sunrise.

— Marie Helen Abramyan

Nature has taken a deep autumnal breath, and with gusting sighs of relief has shed away the year’s heft that’s now in the rear view. Tumbling away with strewn leaves are the remnants of days gone by. Storms have been weathered, dry spells overcome, and harsh winds survived, nature is now moving forward stronger. With newly sown seeds hope is laying dormant ready to forge ahead in the ethereal sunlight, come spring. Not loosing a beat, but rising back up rejoining the rhythm and restarting the journey. A beautiful lesson in resilience at play.

— Marie Helen Abramyan

Like a favorite song, old dreams keep on playing in my mind

— Marie Helen Abramyan

On city harp strings ‘neath cotton ball clouds,

— Marie Helen Abramyan

Anxious hearts strike, while ticking clock arms run

— Marie Helen Abramyan

As Spring warms our days, may the sweet pollen laced breezes whispering of brighter days to come fill your daily journeys with warmth and sunshine, while newly blossomed wildflowers decorate your paths with vibrancy that only spring can bestow.

— Marie Helen Abramyan

Gleaming rays gently shine upon nature. Summer has passed the seasonal baton onto Autumn’s cooling hands. But swirling lightly, between the changing leaves, hints of warm summer breezes softly linger in the air. Tender whispers of days under the blazing sunlight, when bees and butterflies danced for the sweet scent of ripened berries, and verdant leaves flourished on the Mulberry.

— Marie Helen Abramyan

Strive in stride like the resilient wildflowers that begin each day by turning to face the rolling sunrise.

— Marie Helen Abramyan