New Poem: Put Your Hands Up
Instead, let go, and yes, you can do it, put your hands up
all the way up.
Instead, let go, and yes, you can do it, put your hands up
all the way up.
I finished this pastel landscape yesterday. It is of an early Sunday morning about six weeks ago at the entrance to our quarry swimming hole, when the sun was sparkling on the newly turning leaves.
Heed with contemplation how incessant and perpetual and continuing and relentless such a list can be…
I wanted to like this popular book about redemption more than I did.
I loved this film and give it 5 stars. It is fascinating on many different levels. It was interesting to watch someone pursue a hunch to such an exacting extent through such painstaking extremes, and follow it to captivating fruition.
I think we will all ultimately experience evil as impotent, because we will each realize that we prefer to do and experience the will of divine good.
Harvesting the last of this year’s cilantro from the garden, we made a double batch of this wonderful dressing, which is healthy and light with a yogurt base, while jazzy with garlic.
The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don’t flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
This piece mixes my appreciation for aboriginal art with my penchant for painting dots and circles.
Of all the copious of new zucchini recipes I tried with our summer’s bumper crop, I liked this one the best.
I love how homeschool kids play, and even in the midst of writing college application essays and doing some intense coursework, this park time is scheduled in as sacrosanct.