Looking to the east around here often looks something like this: close trees, distant hills (right now with that just coming into pinky-pre-budding color) and then sky. I’ll take it.
Mystery is what happens to us when we allow life to evolve rather than having to make it happen all the time. It is the strange knock at the door, the sudden sight of an unceremoniously blooming flower, an afternoon in the yard, a day of riding the midtown bus. Just to see. Just to notice. Just to be there. — Joan Chittister Continue reading →
I work at my watercolor (not as often as I’d like) and I work at my poetry (this month very regularly indeed) and they often cross paths when I’m sending out postcards of poetry. These are the three postcards I … Continue reading →
Safe travels in the year ahead everyone – take time to look around, do the work, paint, write, photo, sing, whatever makes your heart happy. Share it. Love people, do good. Laugh. Be strong and brave. Continue reading →
Genius is the ability to reduce the complicated to the simple.
