" I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavor. It is something...

" I will sit by the river's trembling edge and look at the water-lilies, broad and bright, which lit the oak that overhung the edge with...

Winter has arrived and it's freezing! For the first time in years, I've had to skip the daily walk a few times this week. My kids...

Happiest of New Years to you! I had no intention of the radio silence for so long. It's been so hard for me to summon the interest to sit...

Several years ago, I embarked on a poetry writing journey. Each morning, I would wake early, pull out my notebook and scribble lines...

" Autumn is my season, dear. It is, after all, the season of the soul." {Virginia Woolf} If you've been around here for very long, you'll...

what glorious days these were. dappled light. crisp mornings. trees laden with the lustre of ripening fruit. air lingering with whispers...

" Today I live in the joyous expectation of the good." {Ernest Holmes} This past week I celebrated my 50th birthday. A joyous milestone,...

" Ah, there is nothing like staying at home for real comfort." {Jane Austen} July passed by in a whirlwind of so much goodness. We have...

" It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning. A painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless,...

" Ivy had always cherished books for the stillness they allowed in a world that valued fast, unforgiving progress regardless of the human...

" The camera unites my hands & mind. I am utterly absorbed, rapt, fully present and intensely alive. This alignment of body & senses in...

" ...moreover, the walls of my castle are broken; the shadows are many, and the wind blows cold through the broken battlements and...

" ...everywhere birds building, flowers budding, leave thrusting - everything happy, and progressive and occupied." {The Wind in the...

" There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea." ​ {Henry James} ​ ​ one...

" Like a tree, creative work has seasons. Part of the work is to know which season you're in & act accordingly. In winter, the tree looks...

" Spring returned. Birds followed ploughs. Stones were warmed by the sun. Rains and winds grew softer, and were fragranced with the...

these February days... a soft wind stirs through the trees... shimmering, shifting wintry light the crisp, effervescent air caressing my...

these January days... gray light foggy mornings many cuppas sipped seeking the sparkle and light amidst the often dreary days a quiet and...

" We spend January walking through our lives room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year,...