Sweetpea Path

"There isn't one right path for you or anyone else. And there isn't a set of timelines of milestones ... You're allowe...

Sometimes your body screams at you so loud  there is no choice but to listen and take heed. I've long held the belief that the ...

the amphibian inside us Because it's summer.  Because the air is heavy with heat and nostalgia. Because this is what we hav...

June was my birth month and I was having very mixed feelings about growing older, like we all do I suppose.  I try not to dwell on the ne...

Bead sketching in May was like wrestling a dragon. But then, most everything in May felt like a wrestling match. Here, all of nature se...

An explosion of petals everywhere I look! How I love this time of year .... purple-leaved plum in the parking lot at the post offic...

April's quartet ... which felt more like a kind of poem evolving than a weekly exercise in making; more like a continuous thoug...

March was a bit wild, not the least of which was the unrelenting rainfall which definitely set my teeth on edge by month's end (all t...

~ vintage photo, early version of stereo camera designed to take stereoscopic images ~ Do you remember your first? I do.  It was ...