Art Demands
(Art my own)
Read MoreGrowing with gratitude for life's challenges
(Art my own)
Read MoreIt took me many years to reconnect with my creative spark, but I’m so glad I did. There is so much hope, release, and beauty in the act of creating. How do you bloom yourself?
Read MoreThere’s a restlessness in me that defies explanation. It’s not that I am bored – I have any number of creative projects on the go – it’s that I have a sense that I’m missing something, something that lies deep at my core. But what? And how do I access it? Something that is dormant […]
Read MoreHaving fully recovered from my surgery, I now await Ric’s return from his. He had a total reconstruction of the knee – 10 new parts he claims – and yesterday his pain was not well managed, but this morning, rested and feeling better, he is anxious to get home. In the meantime, I deal with […]
Read MoreThe best openings are the one’s we carve for ourselves. We spent New Year’s Eve reminiscing about eighteen years of togetherness. Stayed up past midnight, and talked about our future. Hope coloured our words. Sculpting has been on my mind – not literally, but in the sense of chipping away at the outer facade to […]
Read MoreEight years now, I have been blogging. It has been a process of unfolding. In the beginning, I wrote for reflection, but as life changed, so did my need. I dug deeper and poetry emerged. I remember at one point telling my husband that I wished I could create my own images to pair with […]
Read MoreTo keep learning is a blessing. This week, I signed up for a sketching workshop, with no idea what to expect. Turns out we were learning the art of meditative doodling, trademarked as Zentangle. The featured image I created in class. I thought it would be fun to do my granddaughter’s initial. This is where […]
Read MoreThe child embraces creativity without limits. I have memories of tucking between my bed and the wall, hidden from view, surrounded by materials for drawing, writing, and colouring. I kept the chaos at bay with my creative endeavours. Life happened, and the pencils and crayons disappeared. Journals remained, but only for private. Mundanity and routine […]
Read MoreThe first time Ric cooked dinner for me, he pulled out a tall, slender stainless steel pot with a glass lid and a basket inside. I’d never seen anything like it. “What is that?” “An asparagus pot!” I haven’t stopped teasing him about it, being the pragmatic woman that I am. I would soon discover […]
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