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just a thought I was scrubbing the pan I used to cook last night’s dinner it required extra care, and extra soap, as my eyes aren’t what they use to be, it required extra attention. in the foggy morning light. feeling the warm water wash away remnants of the stir-fry dinner all while noticing my back yard crows having stopped by for their breakfast gift of crumbs and peanuts. I had a thought, maybe silly, maybe profound who cares anyway. thoughts are for investigating and p

Wandering But Not Lost I began my Website for The Artist's Haven a few years ago, with simply a site for my Airbnb guests. Over the...

Acceptance Let me tell you a secret about acceptance. Do not be afraid to stand tall, feet firmly planted in the ground, arms swaying...

Yikes! It's been so long, my head is spinning. Such is the life of a creative. As some of you know, I have lead a potter's life for...

When Letting Go Is Not Losing In getting old.. great expectations soften, allowing for gentle desires where exuberance for upcoming...

Sure enough it's all a dream. But it's my dream. And I do believe, contrary to popular opinion, there are times, when one holds the...

The Tidbits of An Ordinary Day Many enter my home, some think it cluttered, others see it as cozy, it knows no labels, it just lays bare...

“they’re waiting cameras in hand”, said the elm to the maple. “ feel their longing for the grand color reveal”? but what if? what if this...

A Summer Memory He escorted her down the brief incline of small rocks The sun shone upon her now weathered arms, And though her footing...

I lay unplugged, in what I can only describe as paradise. The sky was almost cloudless, except for one, billowy puff every now and then,...

The Goodness Of Grief When I was 5 years old, my father left, never to return. That was my first visit with grief. There were no grief...

The Return Her soft sepia carpet, with sundrenched pine needles received my foot steps into the bosom of her soul. many years have passed...

Time is running out, so I’ll get right to the point. But after that, I cannot guarantee a direct course through my story. I always...

Coastal Chorus Summer days spin by a whoosh of blues and greens along with braids of seaweed, travelers check in for a respite drop their...

She lived in the woods, and still does for that matter, thankfully, some things don’t change. The following is just one of the many...

notes from a journal almost completed You were birthed from Light and Love, yet your physical beginnings may not reflect this. So when...

the years have passed, memories of my mother are spread across the floor like colorful pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. i have put them...

Energy is a funny thing.Worry is a moment in time, when and if we choose to stare at it, we can also recognize we have the option of...

the naked truth lies beneath the props of make up and fine clothes it touches not, the well sculpted muscles, nor the plasticity of ...

my home is not orderly, not traditionally speaking that is. I do not mind a certain amount of clutter, but somethings, a few seemingly...