taking shape


the sum of all parts

we are the pieces of what we remember
















the edge on either side of a fabric so finished as to prevent raveling



Hazel’s thread







silent nights






December nights


as covid is surging



 on a happier note – big thanks to the PRC for the shout out in their current newsletter – 







moon walk



I walked the trails at dusk and had every intention of being home by dinner but as I headed back, the moon rose up over the trees. There was a beautiful sense of peace. The thought of walking alone in the woods at night has always scared me but tonight I felt safe somehow.