(Day 1 page) The idea of 100 days of sticking to just one way of creating is not appealing to me. I am skeptical of my ability to hang in there for that long. Also, I seem to thrive on variety, having the freedom to create as ideas come to me, leaping from drawing everyday … Continue reading #100dayproject
Tag: 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
New Specs
Change is not easy for me. Not one bit. When it became obvious that my beloved red thin glasses were not helping me to see well either far away or close up, I waited a very long time (about a year) before doing anything about it. I knew that I would have to let go … Continue reading New Specs
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
Drawcumenting Life
Over ten years ago, when I first began to blog, I was inspired by Alicia Paulson's photography of her everyday life. It seems an enchanted life from the viewpoint of her camera lens...walks in the woods, her current stitching projects of all kinds, her home, her cooking. Everyday things, which are indeed beautiful in and of … Continue reading Drawcumenting Life
Dawdle
"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
Too Much
If you peeled your eyes away to give them a break to rest from so much seeing to see what might be discovered in reality... If you pulled your nose back from the glass and stone from the screen and window to inhale something new, or just stop breathing the fumes... If you covered your … Continue reading Too Much
Evergreen
Were my life four seasons of twenties I would be in late Fall. Spring and Summer past, so too the brilliance of leaf and coolness. Only a few bright jewels remain quivering on their branches knowing full well they await their last flight of wind before gravity takes hold. From here I can feel the … Continue reading Evergreen
I’ll Tell You
What happens when so much making comes tumbling out of you that you shy to share it? What do you do when so many ideas beg and need to be birthed, small, tiny, insignificant ideas yet they must be born? What if you feel so alive with all the making, the knitting, the poeming, the … Continue reading I’ll Tell You