snake in the grass

          was it too late to reinvent to shed her skin and start again?                

spring cleaning

        she lays it on her bed runs her fingers over the delicate spring flowers fresh new sparkling green and gold in the warm sun   while driving to the Salvation Army she imagines autumn will be a better fit            


                “Magic doesn’t sweep you away; it gathers you up into the body of the present moment so thoroughly that all your explanations fall away: the ordinary, in all its plain and simple outrageousness, begins to shine – to become luminously, impossible so.  Every facet of the world is awake, and you within it.   The deeper…


      Praise the light of late November, the thin sunlight that goes deep in the bones. Praise the crows chattering in the oak trees; though they are clothed in night, they do not despair. Praise what little there’s left: the small boats of milkweed pods, husks, hulls, shells, the architecture of trees. Praise the meadow of dried weeds: yarrow, goldenrod, chicory, the…

floating into February

2017 started out with some changes, some new additions and some happy surprises Our exhibit at The Bradley Estate turned out wonderfully Met many talented, inspiring people Loved the sharing of ideas (a portion of the exhibit will remain on display until Valentine’s Day) I was contacted by a magazine editor my photos and a short article will be published in their May issue…