Ripening
To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under the sun. a time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill and a time to heal … a time to weep and a time…
To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under the sun. a time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill and a time to heal … a time to weep and a time…
“Our being is continually undergoing and entering upon changes… we must, strictly speaking, at every moment give each other up and let each other go and not hold each other back.” -Rainer Maria Rilke
I have the weekend to myself. I have been consumed by the intensity of my relationships lately and appreciate this opportunity to exhale. Part of this process is organizing my thoughts, projects and papers. While cleaning out my basket of journals, pens, books, art supplies that goes everywhere with me, I ran across this list,…
A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost. ~Marion C. Garretty
I’ve been having an idealogical conversation with a friend of late. I’m g r a t e f u l for the opportunity to do some self questioning and clarify what I truly believe. The words of Walt Whitman in “All is Truth” pretty much sum up what I believe about Life on this plane….
A BUTTerfly print. Ingredients: Tempera, poster board and my butt. 🙂 Nascent butterfly poised for flight synthesis of darkness wings rewet with tears resting waiting for the wind