” I am grateful for the echoes ” –Gretchen Staebler As a cardmaker I have spent the year reading the words of others in search of quotable passages I could use as inspiration for my cards. I have a notebook of treasures plucked from books and blogs. I’m not remembering the context in which this… Continue reading Less is More
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next… Continue reading D I S C I P L I N E
I started writing this post last night from my cozy chair near the fire. I left our tiny little tree aglow and turned on my cool moon light and tap, tap, tapped away … I scrapped it all this morning. After the sun sets I get sentimental and maybe even a tad too emotional.… Continue reading Life as Tapestry
Here’s how it began yesterday … A photo that hit me right in the heart ♡ Then a few seconds of Zen sent by a good friend. Then it started … hearts everywhere I looked. Then the earliest setting of the sun so far … And the playground full of adoring children who absolutely love… Continue reading How it Begins
This crow caught my eye yesterday as I walked my daily mail route. I watched him, watching me, as he sized me up and inched closer to me to grab a piece of “god-knows-what” from the pavement. We had a moment. Both of us coexisting in the same frame of time, doing what we do.… Continue reading Catching My Breath
Last night I fumbled through the stacks of paperish things I had sitting out in my art room. I pulled them out of boxes and drawers last week. My friend Jen and I were doing a little inventory. Making a plan. That was Wednesday. Thursday she was gone. I was touching each thing last night… Continue reading A Few Quarters
At the temple there is a poem called “Loss” carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it. –Arthur Golden I’m grinding my teeth again and sleep is elusive. I fumbled around last night looking for my nightguard. It wasn’t… Continue reading Broken Road
