Author: Veronica Hallissey

  • 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…

  • No Comfort

    I don’t as a rule write of personal feelings, though for those who read my work, they would argue that my feelings are evident.   I wish to comment on a favorite blogger whose site is Full Moon Fiber Art.com.   She is Maria Wulf and she posted Loving Rocky.   It is a big decision she and…

  • The Weight Of Words

    There are words not in fashion these days.   The words are so old they are perhaps Victorian.   Words like honor and commitment.  When these words are used by someone who truly understands the weight of words, there is a time of hesitation, of expectancy and a heart stopping moment that puts the word into a…

  • The Housekeeper

    [twocol_one] [/twocol_one] [twocol_one_last] There bellows a wind around the turrets of the mind’s house, ripping under gutters, sweeping under eaves, leaving no residue. Clean, chaste as the sweet wind, stands she exalted. Prudently swiping at corners to eliminate even the shadow of contamination on her brother’s name. In good time, in due time, the world…

  • Come Into My Kitchen

    Come into my kitchen and use the back door. Only dear friends are allowed to walk right into the center of my home. Others have to earn the right by walking through the halls of my life to get to the heart of my home. But you can come to the back door. I will…

  • nuggets

    Your heart will teach in ways the world cannot.   What is not finished here will be finished elsewhere. This is called the long view.   It is a choice.   When everything becomes a moral decision it means that issues have been dragged through the heart.   To suffer means to be aware of the…

  • The Strange Bequest

    There was a man, a slim man, whose head was bedecked with a white cloud and whose eyes saw dreams he could not articulate. He sat one day staring into space and when I questioned him, he said, `I am sitting and watching the grass grow.’ I hesitated far too long and have lived to…

  • The Autumn Night

    The velvet night plays host to the September moon hanging in suspension in liquid air. Cold, crisp edges seal in the lunar landscape, forgetting for the moment, the hot sky which sealed our noon. There comes the night, in desperation relieving the cloddish insensitivity visible in the unrelenting stubbornness of the day, unable and unwilling…