Being in a season of low hanging fruit can only mean one thing; you are at the harvest time of your own commitment and hard work. And that, my friends, means dance! Dance in joy and savor. Stop and...
“Everything gets its start in necessity and must finish in liberty!” This quote by Maurice Zundel struck a beautiful chord within me. I see the image in this post as I drive into work, way away and on the...
Surrounded by circumstances this week that stretched me beyond my capacities, I found myself not fully seeing; not really looking at anything as I was wrapped in busy thought. Wrapped is the correct description of how I felt. My tight,...
I feel like Christopher Columbus when I daydream about those deckle edges I am bound to explore. I know, just like him, that this world under my paintbrush is neither stationary nor flat. It is alive and brewing with new...
This week my thoughts ruminated on the space outside of home. Home being our first inhabited world, we establish natural, organic patterns that become written into our very being. Every space we occupy thereafter are echoes of this first...
Walking today under canopies of gold and wind-stirred leaves, my eyes followed lines. Lines from the silhouettes of tress, the fall of a leaves hitting my face, the stir of limbs above all entered my eyes and then...