Thursday, January 17, 2019

Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver. Her words are simply stunningly beautiful. Her voice was silenced this week. But her poetical gifts will last forever.

Sunday, December 30, 2018


We are all curators it seems. Curators for our homes and what we bring to them. Searching for just the right painting for a gallery wall of original vintage paintings, (no prints allowed). It's amazing to see what is out there for original art by numberless unknown artists who are gone to the ages now. As an art lover, I am amazed at all the wonderful work that is available out there. Here are some that I've come across recently that are beautiful. What do you curate?

Artist - Rick Anderson
Artist - Dorothy Pace
Artist - Unknown

Monday, December 24, 2018

Walk the Streets

Here is the Main Street of Haworth, Yorkshire where the Bronte family lived. Walk the streets with me, if you will, and have a Merry Merry Christmas.
 Photo from Wikipedia

Thursday, December 6, 2018

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

A Bird

I am a bird. Who are you?

Sunday, November 18, 2018


Are you full of thanks this Thanksgiving week? Here is a freebie that you can print off at home and hang on your wall this week. It is an 8x10. Just right click and save to your computer. After you've saved it to your computer, watch the video below, and be reminded of the many many things we have to be thank-full for.

Sunday, November 4, 2018

For the Eyes

Art by French painter Elisabeth Sonrel

Sunday, October 28, 2018

The Place Where Evening Gathers

I cannot tell you how simply stunning the October Sky was tonight. Nearing twilight, I looked up and saw a gathering of evening coming together as sure as you please. Just like the lyric in this song, ...."Where morning gathers." I did look, "forever," and thought I saw, "What time may never know."
It wasn't just evening that gathered, either. All day nature was shouting out with it's beauty everywhere I looked. It doesn't get more beautiful than this.

Calling Out Your Name - by Rich Mullins (Listen)
Well the moon moved past Nebraska
And spilled laughter on them cold Dakota Hills
And angels danced on Jacob's stairs
Yeah, they danced on Jacob's stairs
There is this silence in the Badlands
And over Kansas the whole universe was stilled
By the whisper of a prayer
The whisper of a prayer
And a single hawk bursts into flight
And in the east the whole horizon is in flames
I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name
I can feel the earth tremble
Beneath the rumbling of the buffalo hooves
And the fury in the pheasant's wings
And there's fury in a pheasant's wings
And it tells me the Lord is in His temple
And there is still a faith that can make the mountains move
And a love that can make the heavens ring
And I've seen love make heaven ring
Where the sacred rivers meet
Beneath the shadow of the Keeper of the plains
I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name
From the place where morning gathers
You can look sometimes forever 'til you see
What time may never know
What time may never know
How the Lord takes by its corners this old world
And shakes us forward and shakes us free
To run wild with the hope
To run wild with the hope
The hope that this thirst will not last long
That it will soon drown in a song not sung in vain
And I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name
And I know this thirst will not last long
That it will soon drown in the song not sung in vain
I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And with the prairies I am calling out Your name
Songwriters: Richard Mullins
Calling Out Your Name lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Sunday, October 14, 2018

I Found Walden

...and crows, at the library sale last week.

The crows did not cooperate with taking photos. They kept inching away from me as if they knew I wanted their picture. Mischievous little things. The book looks old, but it's actually from 2017. I am planning on collecting copies of Walden whenever I find them, no matter the age, just because I love that book and they look so pretty on the shelf all lined up. "Walden," Walden," "Walden," and so on. Know what I mean? It sort of gives me thrill when I see them all lined up in a row on the shelf, ...sort of like Matthew and his grubs ...

Anne Shirley: Do things ever give you a thrill?

Matthew Cuthbert: Well, I don't rightly know.

Anne Shirley: There has to be something.

Matthew Cuthbert: Well, now, um... I suppose it kind of gives me a thrill to see those ugly white grubs that spade up in the cucumber beds.

Anne Shirley: I suppose I can imagine that.

Friday, September 28, 2018

Off Her High Horse

my bones ache for the changing,
for the shift in seasons that is taking
longer than it should.
while there is a slight color change, and nights are now cool,
the rest is delayed in its arrival and it is causing
the ache that holds me captive now.
summer won't let go and the shift holds,
the wheel goes around and spins,
without stopping.
my ache grows deep and I can only take so much more.
Next week, maybe things will change,
Because rain will be knocking on my door,
and knocking summer off her high horse.

Saturday, September 1, 2018

Welcome Home

I'm officially flipping the light switch on for fall.

{Is it too early?}

She knows her way well, without the light, but since she's my old friend, it's just a welcome home.

We have lots of catching up to do.

Saturday, August 4, 2018

My Season is Coming

There was a little gift for me on my car today when I left work. Dropped on my windshield by Gaia (Mother Earth).
(not my actual leaf though)

It was like when you get a small note on your car about a special this or that offer. In this case, I was being reminded that fall is coming, {like I would forget that}. I can already feel fall in the cooler mornings, there are crickets singing outside the window each night, and thunderstorms are beginning to gather.  Nature knows the signals of a season change, and all creatures, plants, animals, and earth, wind, and fire follow it right on schedule. I'm loving this anticipation of what awaits, grateful to be reminded that my season is coming.

Friday, August 3, 2018

Not Only Does God Create Daily Beauty, But So Can We

Even bookplates can be beautiful.

I read this quote today and it made me think of all the places and things that hold beauty in life.
 “I think everything in life is art. What you do. how you dress. The way you love someone and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea and how you decorate your home. Or party. Or grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. 
And the way you feel.” 
-Helena Bonham Carter

What else? A breath in winter, words brought together in a special and meaningful way, a meal presented with care, helping someone, an arrangement of flowers from the garden, plaited hair. Many things are beautiful and not only does God create daily beauty but so can we.

Monday, July 23, 2018

Their Beauty

I am loving these words from Mary Oliver and having fun creating some word art from them.
The trees outside are indeed thick and lush with green leaves, and they do flutter their beauty at you to call you over. Kind of like a kid showing you their tricks.

Monday, July 16, 2018

Put on Your Bonnets

There is a new Andrew Davies production coming to PBS in the future, (think Jennifer Ehle and Colin Firth's Pride and Prejudice), that I have really high hopes for. It is after all my favorite book and it needs to be well done to erase the 2012 version from my mind (this could have been so amazing, but it fell short). Here are the latest publicity stills from the upcoming Les Miz.
Looks to be a good season in the autumn of 2019, perhaps. PBS/BBC has also adapted Jane Austen's unfinished book, "Sandition," that is currently airing. So put your bonnets on and get ready for some serious period film watching.