Finding my usual mode of operation insufficient, I look for a better way of living since setting our clocks to not-normal-time.
A woman waits patiently by the river Her dogs sniff the ground nearby She watches feathers of white dip their heads Disappear, then reappear Beads shimmer and drip Beaks run through feathers like a comb The woman wishes and wants How can every movement be words of grace? Okay, heads dip, butts stick up, legs…
I’ve been in hibernation mode lately, like an over wintering bear, only peaking out from time to time. Hibernation isn’t easy during the holidays but I did pretty well during Thanksgiving, making turkey for Steve and I and spending the rest of the day painting my office. The idea sounded so simple — paint the…
Luke and Murphy were hiding behind the barn but came out and looked at me rather accusingly. Like “Hey! Do you not see the icicles forming on me?!”
About my experience taking the storytelling workshop “Finding Your Voice: Stories & Song” with Kevin Kling and Simone Perrin at Gunflint Lodge.
We got a couple of inches of snow last Friday. Java was thrilled (me too). We got in a little frisbee toss and fetch today.
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Now, ya’ll know how I adore a great Fairy Princess story!
What wonderful pictures of you critter. I love the light factor against Luke’s golden locks.
I can almost feel the rush of cold air from the ice pictures. That reflective pic is amazin! Girl….you rock!!!
God bless and have a magnificent day!!! :o)
Gorgeous ice shots!