Just a thought…
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Read MoreGrowing with gratitude for life's challenges
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Read More“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 […]
Read MoreEarth connectedbreathe deep… sky awarefind a centre… calm and strongequilibrium restored. (Image my own)
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Read MoreSome 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.)
Read MoreCulling through old journals and posts, looking for patterns and themes, hoping for revelations. Here’s today’s takeaway: We cannot know why we are born a certain way, but if we are patient and trusting, we will come to find purpose. (Words and image my own)
Read MoreMeditation, 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)
Read MoreTrees have stories to tell. I’m sure of it. I find my lens drawn to holes and broken places, wonder about the life that finds shelter there, wonder what the tree can teach me. The art of creativity means setting aside the logical mind, listening to nuances, allowing the expression of the irrational. I let […]
Read MoreI hit a dry spell over the holidays. Felt deflated as far as creativity went. So Ric bought me new materials – ink pens, markers, pastels, and paper, lots of paper. Still, none of my photographs were inspiring me. I really wanted to create something from my own imagination, but have little faith in my […]
Read MoreIt 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 […]
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