Today’s storm promised snow and high winds. School was cancelled and our family had a good old fashioned snow day! My … More
Category: Thrumming of My Heartstrings
My Writing Concerto
The time has come. I move my seat beneath me, moving it several times to make sure I am in the perfect position. I adjust once more for good measure.
Useful
We long to be more useful. That is good as long as we understand that our value is not in our … More
Spontaneous Outbursts
Those who know me well, know I’m likely to break out into spontaneous prayer or praise at any given … More
Haiku Tiles
Last year I began to paint little wooden tiles. They were a way for me to paint thumbnail images, like … More
Seers in the Art Realm
One of the great pleasures of being an artist is being eyes for society. Artists perceive things differently than others. … More
Recycled Fallen Beauty, Part Two
When I had to cut down the fallen sunflowers, I was upset that the sunflowers didn’t have fully developed … More
Home
Home. So much meaning in one little word. I hear Dorothy from Oz cooing, “There’s no place like home!” I … More
Golden Orb
golden orb light of day setting sun slips away dark veil drops ’til morning breaks bright bursts forth darkness relents … More
What’s For Supper?
What’s for supper? That’s a common question. What if I told you that my pastor offered to buy our whole … More