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.
Messing around on some paper scraps, sometimes stuff happens.
not enough awake time…
Yes I know it’s the third. Yes I know I’ve been rather quiet. Had a bad cold-whatever which kept me home for a string of days, not good for much other than brewing tea, swilling day/nyquil and watching movies. Spent … Continue reading →
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 →
You either move toward something you love or away from something you fear. The first expands. The second constricts.
