Backyard Mandala
I'm on a bit of a new journey professionally. In the last year or so I have become more connected with the quilt guild world. They are an organized bunch and set aside time and money for speakers and teachers.
Seeing in Double & Triple & …. the Joy of Working in Multiples
Hello dear readers, I promised I would get back to blogging more regularly and here I am! I’m excited to be the guest blogger for Stencil Girl stencils this week and I want you to check it out at stencilgirl
Yesterday it Rained – Today I walked the Labyrinth
Yesterday it rained. It rained eight tenths of an inch. Such a gift in this parched, scorched part of the world. This morning, as the clouds pushed east and the sun rose amid the mist of yesterday’s rain, I walked
Mandala Morning
Today I was given a little gift, a surprise, a wonder. When I cut open this pomegranate today I was presented with a perfect mandala. What is funny about this gift is today for some reason, perhaps the early hour,
Caught in the Sticky Web of Life
Early in the week the misty morning revealed this beautiful spiders web that was drawn like a lace curtain across an old rusty garden sculpture in my yard. The dewdrops unveil the intricacy of the spider’s lair. The torn and
Something in the Wind
There is something in the wind here; something is out of balance that has put everyone off kilter. Here in Northern California the weather is all wrong. Summer is refusing to show herself, and everyone is peevish. It is the
Betwixt and Between
Here we are again betwixt and between, neither here nor there, I’m talking about standing in the thin place between spring and summer. The capricious disposition of spring still prevails sending tufts of willow and dogwood floating in the afternoon
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
Bursting and Buzzing
Well the trees are blooming and you know what that means? Bees. There is a row of pink flowering trees (by Friday I promise to find out what they are) along the great lawn below a small grove of cedar
Worthy of Andy (Goldsworthy that is)
I spent a morning with my family gathering rocks of red and white for no other purpose than to line them up in a serpentine procession into the chilly March waters of East Austin Creek. My son gathered rocks for