“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our sense to grow sharper.” – W.B. Yeats Travelling across North America and back this past winter, every day was filled with discovery, awakening new passion for life. The challenge, I recognized, as our trip wound down, would be to keep this sense of wonder […]
“Synchronicity is the Universe’s way of telling you that you are on the right track.” – Delores Krieger “Coincidences connect us across time, to one another, to ourselves, and to an […]
My weekly challenge needs an identifiable tag. Here are three I have come up. Not sure on the sizing. Would appreciate some feedback on that. Have a look and vote on the one that you think works best: #1 #2 #3
I’m really just a simple gal, who finds pleasure in simple things, like a flash of yellow at the bird feeder or the surprise of spring abundance and whimsical notions conjured by a treehouse and the neighbourliness of front porches all made extraordinary, when shared. (The Daily word prompt from Fandango is “Simple” )
Since this is my idea, and since I’ve had a head start, I thought I’d go first. I have decided to alter my posting routine. Typically, I post once a day, six days a week, per blog. I schedule both posts to be published at the same time – early morning. I also have a […]
(As a final prompt for the writing class I am enrolled in, we are asked to think about signposts along the way. This is my entry.) The Tour Guide I take a seat at the back of the open wagon, and wait with a handful of others for the tour to begin. The country air […]
The prompt for this week is to consider the vulnerability of new growth and what it takes to protect it, tying it into nature. Here is the edited version, after the instructor’s suggestions. Rebirthing It came in the peak of summer that most optimistic time, when sunshine equates with health and bodies glow with exertion […]
(The prompt for this week is surroundings and we were encouraged to focus on one aspect of nature as it relates to the story. I chose sparrows.) Out the back gate, across the farmer’s field and into the woods I go in search of the child, knowing that she comes here frequently, alone, despite the […]