Christmas in the Spinning House

'Tis Christmas in the Spinning House the best time of the year... The bins are filled with fleeces and the workers full of cheer! *** They spin from dawn to dusk as shorter days it be Then 'round a roaring fire books and cocoa at their knees. *** On Christmas Eve they beg her to … Continue reading Christmas in the Spinning House

Wonder in Wood & Wool

What would be the chance that the wood from which my spinning wheels were made is the very same wood from which the manger was crafted - in which He was laid as a babe in swaddling cloth? Is it silly to imagine that the very table of the Last Supper might have been hewn … Continue reading Wonder in Wood & Wool

Marisol & Me

Oh Marisol, Marisol... Your given name says it all- Merry-go-rounds and parisols, Wide-eyed adventures, stories untold. *** Yet hearth and home, heather and loam, They call you back, n’er to roam. Content to spin yarns of shalom And scatter joy here in my home. *** Let us whirl our wool and sparkled light Sipping tea, … Continue reading Marisol & Me

If I Could Be A Tree

If I could be a tree I would a willow be To wave at all I see And shelter those with me. *** Or perhaps I’d be an oak To dangle tire and rope. In kid-laughter I’d soak And wear an autumn cloak. *** But oh a birch to be In ruffled finery Graceful limbs … Continue reading If I Could Be A Tree

Spinning My Wheels

I sit at a wheel running hither and yon over miles of asphalt ribbon Some so worn and shredded with potholes my car can scarcely bear the beating. *** Mile after mile, driving me from word to endless words.. I can hardly think, let alone tap into any source of light, joy, meaning. I sit … Continue reading Spinning My Wheels

Had I My Sketchbook

    Had I My Sketchbook Had I my sketchbook on that day facing the tomb where recent horrors laid Him and  a rock sealed the room… Had I thoughts other than to sit and weep and clasp my book, I’d open the pages of sketches and look… Him laughing at table Him weeping for … Continue reading Had I My Sketchbook

Morning Chatter

I step out the door into a lively conversation already underway. The woodpecker is holding forth, rapping his message, the morning dove coos, the cardinal trills and a congregation adds their own embellished agreements or rebellious agitation. Even the geese, returning from a winter's sojourn, join in the boisterous banter. I stand in awe for … Continue reading Morning Chatter

Whoa and Wow

2018. Wow. Am I just now realizing the magnitude of this? Nearly two and a half months into it, this number, a big one, it tells where I am, how far along I've come since 1965. This year, this 2018, I will be 53 and will celebrate 30 years married and will see my children … Continue reading Whoa and Wow


"Oh I can waste a minute or two or hundreds... that's not a problem for me," she says with ease. Not a confession. Just a statement of truth. I envy her this. For I cannot dawdle. Nope. Not for long anyway. I sit to stare out this window to dream and gaze and wonder... and … Continue reading Dawdle

I Hear It

Wouldn't you like for me to tell you the thing your heart has always wanted to hear? Wouldn't you like to hear those words feel them on your face rumbling in your belly? Wouldn't you want to wake up each morning to those eternal words you're starving to feast upon? *** Out there we can … Continue reading I Hear It