A Botticelli Mash-Up
When I took the photo of the Calla Lilies earlier in the week I had every intention of doing some sort of tribute to Georgia O’Keefe or perhaps Diego Rivera but the muse had other ideas. I kept thinking about
Calla Lily: Siren and Saint and everything in between
The Calla Lilies are bursting and abundant, blessing this spring day with their simplicity of form and boldness of spirit. When I walked into the Chapel here at The Bishop’s Ranch Easter Sunday a gorgeous armful of said flowers graced
Love is a road, not a destination
Click Here to Watch the Video First click the link to the short 2 minute video I made with my husband Jack and son Ivan then come back and read what I've got to say. This week I did something completely different
A litany of loves labors found
Saturday my husband and I celebrated our 17th wedding anniversary. We spent it together in the city where we met, San Francisco. I like to think of our wedding anniversary much like a second birthday. It is a birth into
Be the Tulip!
This week, as you can see is a bit of a departure from my usual art response. But in keeping with my blog’s challenge to mix things up and share new things, I have done some sewing this week. To
Through Deaf Eyes: seeing the world differently
As I said on Monday, my son and I are taking American Sign Language (ASL). We are on our second semester; one of our requirements this semester is to “be deaf for a day”. We are required to wear earplugs
Sound of Silence
My son and I are taking American Sign Language at the Community College in our area. We are on our second semester and will be taking a Summer intensive this June. Like any language there is a lot of memorizing
Life should leave deep tracks
While sitting with this poem this week and working on my art response, I kept conjuring up the memory of the old general stores of my youth. I grew up in California Gold country. In tiny towns, barely towns any
Lost and Found
My book group met last week. Usually we read novels and sometimes nonfiction and very occasionally poetry. This was one of those rare times of poetry. We chose to read from Kay Ryan’s book of poems The Niagara River.
The Birds and Bees and Crabapple Trees
The week has buzzed by (sorry for the pun), and though I have been busy as you know what, I have very little honey in the hive to show for it. This week I have felt more like a hamster