Sometimes as a writer, you feel the words form on your tongue before you even understand the sentence end or point. You just start moving the pen, pressing the keys… Then—there it is. It comes. It’s what you needed like that touch you wait for from your lover and now you have it. You fill. Is this anything less than miracle? The words that come are not for us alone,.. Read More
Destroy Imagination: method 1
…our trail-mates are considering the path ahead as we had, all eight of us (although I hardly hold the 3 year old accountable on this one!), managed to leave our trail maps back in the car! It was a pivotal moment where we all decided to push on, discovering 5 miles later the full impact of our decision!! hahaha! … More of the story, images from summer to warm those of us experiencing winter up a bit, poetry and hopefully some inspiration to get outside and have an adventure – on the site today…
Ireland in their Eyes: Story Portraits
Happy New Year!! I’m a wee bit late in the greeting, but maybe like many of you, I’ve been busy making sure I had the right priorities in place at the beginning of this new fresh start or maybe like me, I’ve been having some serious leisure. As I homeschool and mother six children 13 and under, order is no small endeavor, but if I try to manufacture it everyone.. Read More
The songs they brought…
Life is music and the songs come to us in so many ways. “…and I saw the mountains waking with the innocence of children, and my soul is still there with them wrapped in the songs they brought.” ~Richard Wayne Mullins For years I’ve been working towards restoring the old custom of reading aloud to our children. Parents throughout history have blessed their children with this pastime, and although some.. Read More
Oh World!
We fished and watched the sun go down out at Jacobson Park in Lexington,KY today. Autumn has peaked, and watching the sun set over the water was the crescendo of a beautiful day. “Oh world, I cannot hold thee close enough! Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! Thy mists that roll and rise! Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag And all but cry with colour!” ~Edna St… Read More