Year: 2012

  • Let Us Vow

    Let us vow. . . that when we cannot share our brother’s Light. we will hold the candle as he makes his way up. Let us vow. . . to embed love within our four walls so that our children will be instruments of Peace. Let us vow. . . to love one another so…

  • December Confirms The June Woman

    It is June and I stand poised on the landing of the half circular staircase.  I am hearing the strains of the Canon not heard in this, my lifetime.  Shocked still, caught in the shadows of half remembering and yet reluctant to confront the shaded memories,  I wait. She is visible, the young woman gliding…

  • Christmases Past

    Lifetimes lived secreted behind the wooly frames of memory. We jog the frames of Christmases past. Scents of pine boughs and holly berries, mince pies and cranberries. Sounds of apple crisp snow and crackling fires, and laughter. And the sound of silence, as love stretches through all dimensions to encircle Thee and Me. As real,…

  • Times Such As These

    I lock up the room after filing the last remnants of words laying about unattended. Fearful that pieces of my heart may be found scattered among them. And why not? Times such as these leave us with little salve to heal the open wounds which once were hearts. For whom do we weep? The children…

  • time’s past

    crystal chimes strike porcelain ears, seizing time from memories, past. the music heard from times’ near past, tangles in the wind of muted sound; and we live again.

  • Everlasting Memories

    Beginning with this post,  I will be featuring  poetry I have used over the years in hand crafted Christmas cards.   Many of my readers might recognize a line or two from years past.   I wish to add my voice to the season to bring  forth memories to be refreshed for new readers and also those…

  • Kiss The Moon Arrives!

    I am pleased to do this post because today we picked up the books, Kiss The Moon,  A Woman Speaks And Gives Grace, from the printers and this weekend I will package and send out those that have been ordered.   And for the readers in England who have wished for my books, I will be…

  • My Wall Quilts For Sale

    My Wall Quilts For Sale

    When I work with the quilted wall hangings,  I find refreshment pouring intome.  And as the hand glances on the quilting, I hope that the new owners of these quilts will find that they refresh them also; bringing forth old memories and making new ones for the young.   They ask to be touched and I hope the ones…

  • More Nuggets

    The hand laying featherlight makes the deepest impression. Prejudices are sweet comfort food. Where you are not is where the grass is greener. Ambition takes on the sharpness of a double edged sword. Words spoken at the wrong time or words not spoken at the right time will maim as surely as an arrow straight…

  • A Deep Drink

    As the evergreens drink deeply in preparation for the long winter, I, too, turn to portions of my Self already stated and prepare. The journey for both is through dry country. The oasis will not be found except within. I carry the water to the evergreens as mine , too, is carried to me. As…