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Those 2 words paint such a picture. I’m listening to Jeff Black singing his song “Same Old River”. I have loved his music for a very long time. His voice is filled with soul, his lyrics are an example of “true” art. Before I knew my own mind about that, I knew Jeff was living in the heart of it. So, I’m listening to him. I am…Continue
Think on what is good and pure and lovely…..
I am a thinker. My earliest conscious thoughts are memories of wandering around our tiny farm, making up stories and songs and sometimes feeling so thankful, I would cry. The way my mind processes story is first through image. I get a picture in my mind which triggers words. I remember carefully studying a milkweed…Continue
TRUSTING YOU - 8X8 - acrylic on board
Relationship offers, among many other things, sanctuary. Every honest relationship makes us a part of a safety net for others and for ourselves. Honesty is one key. When we are vulnerable and accountable to others, we open ourselves to new possibilities. With trial and error at times, we find out who we really are. We give…Continue
Nothing compares with the first moment of awareness of how tiny we are in this universe. Our lives, like all stories, are made up of individual moments. Moments that we live through with very little awareness of our surroundings.
My Dad was a farmer. Our home was in the country several miles from a small town in South Dakota. There were no streetlights, only the night sky. One moonless night, as my mother and I walked the quarter mile home from our…