My journal of big words and pretty pictures
R.A.I.N. is now a four-letter word around here. I worry that my fingers and toes are beginning to grow webbing. Rising waters, thunder and lightning, and all around ennui again trapped me indoors much of the week. August alone had about 8 inches of precipitation - average rainfall for August is only a quarter of … Continue reading Yarn over, pull through
Order is the shape upon which beauty depends.” ~ Pearl S. Buck
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time." ~ Sylvia Plath Days shorten, leaching lingering heat from warm stones. Sunlight, tired from its long, hot work, Lies down, fat and sleepy, yearning to hibernate. Trees shed their shimmering emerald mantle Donning rich russets and … Continue reading End of the rainbow
If you have men who will exclude any of God's creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow men.” ~ St. Francis of Assisi I tried venturing back to the beach this weekend, but there are still more people than seagulls. More than once … Continue reading All God’s creatures
Outside, I am calm and collected. My demeanor the epitome of self-assurance. Inside is a wad of flimsy pipe cleaners, twisted and knotted in a confused jumble.
The future is not a result of choices among alternative paths offered by the present, but a place that is created - created first in the mind and will, created next in activity. The future is not some place we are going to, but one we are creating.” ~ John Schaar
Thin spiral notebook 