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Tangible Slices of Memory. . . .
This was from the box of forget-me-nots that I couldn’t part with. This was the first Christmas card I made. With whatever I have gained in computer literacy, I have been able to restore a reasonable semblance of the faded copy I was able to unearth. There was no discretionary income to spend on materials,…
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In Universal Purpose. . .
The Ultimate In Universal Purpose. . . . Because I was told in a million ways my unhappiness could be rectified if only I would. . . and the list was endless. And the harder I tried and longer I worked because it was love that gave constructive criticism I was told and believed, till…
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The Rose In December. . .
I started to make our Christmas cards when I couldn’t find a card to translate our hearts when our David was diagnosed with cancer. Many of our friends over the years have kept the cards I have made. It warms my heart to hear them called the Veronica Files. My efforts in artwork have always…
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Still In A Time Of Infamy. . .
Pardon Me While I Cry. . . My oldest brother Edward was 20 years old on December 7, 1941 and I was 10. I will never forget my mother’s tears and lamentations when word came over the radio that Pearl Harbor was under attack. ‘Matko Bosko’ (mother of god) she wailed. Edward was…
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Hunger For Knowledge. . .
Hunger For Knowledge. . . The hunger for knowledge knows no bounds and the kind of acceptance which bespeaks the heart which no longer cares enough to fight for its own existence nor the existence of an Other will soon lose the fight altogether. Caring is in style. Nurturing is in style one way or…
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My Earth, My Earth. . .
How often have we said ‘it just doesn’t translate.’ Meaning that the nuance of the word is so important that when it isn’t there, the meaning alters. The word insensate is such a word. The meaning of sensate means that there is an appreciation by the senses, that what is perceived is beautiful and…
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The Breaking Day. . .
Not often do we find sunrise photos. I thank Jon Katz of BEDLAMFARM.com for this photo which he so graciously lets me use. Here in California, morning’s sunrise can be counted on pretty much and often to our detriment as these weeks have shown. Still, photos like these require a photographer to rise early…
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An Observation. . .
Nowhere Else To Go. . . There are those who are quick to say that all of life consists of making choices. And choices are made many times. But what is not considered is that Conscience is a heavy determiner. There are circumstances that prevent choices and options are non existent. Commitment and responsibility…
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As I Watched. . .
My journal entry says it was a Tuesday when my world folded onto itself, the trees blending into oblivion and the screen folded onto itself. I was in a place as close to a cabin in the woods as I could be. I loved it. It seems I have been a recluse in…
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Another Matter of Trust . . .
There was a little exchange with an elder. I said, but you told me this and I believed you! That was your problem! was the retort. But why say it if it is not true? And then the paradigm spilling forth; ‘there is no one so gullible as the one who loves you!’ There was…