“Hi Mrs Knutson,Hope you are well!I saw that you and your husbandare hosting a family of refugeesfrom Ukraine….“ The writer of this message attended a school where I once taught. He was not a student of mine, but I did coach the boys’ soccer team, with this young man’s help and direction (he was our […]
Some days, you just have to find that rock to hold onto.Tomorrow you can think about letting go. (Another tidbit from foraging old posts and journals. Image my own.)
Meditation, a former teacher of mine said, is as easy as contemplating a tree. Imagine its roots running deep into the Earthgrounding and nurturing Imagine its branches reaching towards the skybending with the breezes Imagine yourselfdeeply rootedtouching the sky,strong and calm. (Image my own)
It began simply enough; I just wanted to draw a simple Christmas tree, but the lines went a little crazy and well…you can see the result. The pen had a mind of its own, so I decided to let it talk. Trees with character started to emerge, and began to haunt my dreams. Christmas trees […]
I’m trying to frame my life with gratitude, adding structure to the chaos I’m experiencing within. So much of life is a gift, and the troubles, minuscule by comparison. Life changes, and along with it, so do our perceptions, our abilities, and our dreams. Sometimes it is a hard pill to swallow, and then; other […]
Imagination floats, full sailinto a dreamy mist, reality out of focusdelightful course Beauty wraps my heartin dream-filled ecstasypaints my hope with shades of love As night falls, the sunserenades my soula symphony of huescoaxing dream-like slumber. (For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: dreamy.)
Ric spots them first – an almost endless line of birds heading our way. American White pelicans! They gather as a group just above where we are stalled, waiting for the ferry, and circle the area before continuing their journey. As one group leaves, another follows in a seemingly endless stream. “There must be thousands!” […]
Springtime, and daffodils –in variations of yellow –memories now, coloursfaded to black and white. Yet, beauty lingers – the softedges of a perched dove,her mourning song still echoesa lulling, welcoming coo. And white retains brillianceagainst a backdrop of darkness,in stillness magnifies, beauty’sexuberance refusing to lay dormant. (For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Black and White. Also […]