Tag Archives: home sweet home

When I read…

When I read, at home in the woods…

Act.Plan.Dream. (Today, in no particular order).

The concept of rest, I think, is the mental jump in the kaleidoscope of fallen leaves..

Retracing my Pentagram.

And my foot stepped to the end of the point, my toe reached behind to swivel back…

Awaken the Story

In the midst of the troublesome world and a whole negative list of my own, at fifty-seven I am romanticizing my own corner of the world. As I awaken, I realize I have created a storybook life. Throughout all the ups and downs, here was my life.

Begonias, Orchids, Geraniums

What a scary process is this “coming to terms!” I had never been in this state before, at least with some semblance of awareness and wisdom. (I pray, at least an ounce of wisdom and a pound of prayer).

My Return to Food

It felt good to be happy, even as I felt the memories of the last time I had even proposed to formally create it.

Little Things, Spring 2022.

I have learned of little things and of stopping. I am finite…

Soon…

“Soon..soon brown stalks awaken with green which turn to leaves.”

The Woodpecker.

February 9, 2022 This little woodpecker had rammed my living room window. The sound of its impact had startled my sleeping nine year old setter. For the first few seconds it had lain still. Just as I moved to bring it inside, it propped its head by leveraging its beak against the deck’s storage box.Continue reading “The Woodpecker.”