" The quiet spaces in which we root our attention become the cadence to the symphony of the story we are forming day by day. ...words...

" I look and look. Looking's a way of being: one becomes sometimes a pair of eyes walking. Walking wherever looking takes one. The eyes...

" Flames have always been at the heart of it all. Flames to sit around and read, a place for conversation. A fire is a magical thing. The...

" I like slow mornings & rainy days and thunderstorms. I like empty bookstores & quiet coffee shops. I like oversized sweatshirts & cosy...

" It was a brilliant spring day; the day was radiant. Even the air seemed to have a burr in it, as it touched the treetops; it vibrated,...

" This morning, I am re-writing a poem by hand, doing my repair as I go along, hand & heart, puzzling over where to put feelings I want...

" I'm craving silence, the chance to feel my way into the moment" {Katherine May} This deep need for expansive silence. To sit in the...

" 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...

" The deliciousness of discovering a masterwork. The beauty of the first sentences, the 'what is this?', the 'how can it be?', the first...

" 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...

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

" I would like to do whatever it is that presses the essence from the hour." {Mary Oliver} through the window, the suns rays illuminate a...

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

" ...that fleeting pause when time bends and magic hovers between the main celebrations of the seasons... spontaneity and softness become...

" A camera records what exists in front of the lens, but it also records something of the photographer, who stands behind it. In a sense,...

" enveloping, cozy, warmth, comforting, soft, anchoring, slowing down, pause, a book in my hand, rest, renewal, snuggles, silence." ​ ​...

" Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of the moonrise." ​ {Gladys Tabor} ​ ​...

" Fair is the world, now autumn's wearing, And the sluggard sun lies long abed; Sweet are the days, now winter's nearing... ​ Come then,...

" Soon the fire is raging, smoke pooling in corners of the inky room, the crackle of flames a primal sound that calms... connecting her...