The second day of "Mom's Birthday Nature Tour" had us floating on tubes down the New River in West Jefferson, NC. As we plunked into the lime green mammoths, I continued sending up little pleas for sunshine, like mini flares that sputtered and nearly died out as it began to sprinkle. I settled into the … Continue reading A New River
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Pilgrim
I'm still feeling it four days later. A tightness along the back of my legs next to the calf muscle, evidence of all the climbing and descending. On Thursday of last week my family and I loaded up a picnic lunch, water bottles and swim gear for a day at Hanging Rock. My son had … Continue reading Pilgrim
A Lesson in DPNS
She held what felt like chaos in her hands. Yet to my eye, her teacher, it looked like she had been knitting with double pointed needles for years. She deftly worked the four wooden needles, three to hold the stitches, one to knit across from point to point. "This is a bit overwhelming, keeping up … Continue reading A Lesson in DPNS
Beyond the Din
I stood at the pump while fuel flowed into the tank, assaulted by the sound of busy traffic rushing by. It seemed nearly deafening and I realized I couldn't hear anything else. Or could I? I strained my ears to hear something other than the raging traffic. Sure enough the pulsing music from the gas … Continue reading Beyond the Din
Wholehearted Living
In Brene Brown's book, The Gifts of Imperfection, she talks about Wholehearted Living. I keep reading and re-reading this book as it contains so much that is good for continuing to live wholeheartedly even when life is so very FULL! As we careen to our son's graduation this Friday, party on Saturday and all end-of-school-year events, … Continue reading Wholehearted Living
Adventure
"So much of the adventure of the life we lead rushes past us in a blur. Velocity is the culprit. Velocity and pressure. A sketchbook freezes time. It is an instantaneous form of meditation focusing us on the worth of every passing moment. So often the great adventure of life lies between the lines, in … Continue reading Adventure
Slowing Time
"Time is a relentless river. It rages on, a respecter of no one. And this, this is the only way to slow time: When I fully enter time's swift current, enter into the current moment with the weight of all my attention, I slow the torrent with the weight of me all here. When I'm … Continue reading Slowing Time
Past Their Prime
Something in my morning reading prompted me to make my way to the Gardens yesterday to draw the waning tulips and daffodils. I also remembered a conversation with my father-in-law years ago where he suggested I paint dying flowers. I don't remember too much of what was said. Perhaps there wasn't much. But I do … Continue reading Past Their Prime
Which is It?
I was asked this on a couple of occasions during the Eclection Art Show on Saturday. "So which is it you love the most? Drawing? or Knitting?" That has not been an easy thing to answer for many years. My own agony over which takes precedence over the other has been excruciating at times. Recently though, … Continue reading Which is It?
Trilling the Morning Awake
I sit on our back deck and drink in the morning symphony. The hidden musicians have taken their places on every branch in every tree around me. They chirp and trill the morning awake inviting me to join in their song: "We are here! Let us rejoice!" ***** May you hear this song today and … Continue reading Trilling the Morning Awake