Cranky
I got a big chuckle the other day at Bachman’s. Amidst the decorative garden pots, birdbaths, fountains and plethora of garden statues, a gargoyle captured my imagination. He was cranky. He wasn’t the typical gargoyle, fierce or demonic, not a fearsome gatekeeper...Ode to a Sandbox
Men do not quit playing because they grow old; they grow old because they quit playing. Oliver Wendell Holmes ...Love Song
What a glorious transformation from barren grey to leafy green over the past several weeks! Once the spring rebirth truly arrives, my memories of winter fade—perhaps in the same way that soon after my babies were born I barely remembered the stress of labor (until...Share This Post
Welcome to Whisperings
“There is a place where words are born of silence,
A place where the whispers of the heart arise.”
— Rumi
I will ponder here what whispers to me in the silence. I’d love for you to whisper back; maybe we will all get clearer—or maybe, like in the old kids’ game of “telephone” we will end up somewhere else entirely (which would be fun too)
