Polly Castor
My Best Reads of the Year ( Book Challenge Summary 2024)
Here are my three favorite non-fiction books, and two favorite novels.
Things that Make us Grin and Bow (Quote by Brian Doyle)
In short I believe in believing, which doesn’t make sense, which gives me hope.
Experimental Mixed Media Landscape Paintings
Here are the smaller landscapes I’ve done this fall of experimental methods and media.
Playground (Book Review)
This novel takes us on a deep dive into the wonders of the ocean, through themes of game playing, to contemplate the ramifications of AI, and the power of friendship.
For an Audience of One and Desire for Validation
focus on what is intrinsically yours to do without fretting about how others will respond to your authenticity, and to stay humble as a faithful servant of supreme good.
On the Inner Life (Quote by Hans Hoffmann)
Everything must in the end come to expression through spirituality.
Two Edifying Picture Books that Make Great Gifts
The messages are thought provoking and useful, but they are still fun.
The Truelove (Poem by David Whyte)
There is a faith in loving fiercely the one who is rightfully yours…
Recent Pages in my Bible Lesson Journal
You can see in these pages what I think about spiritually and what I pray with during my weeks.
Hike Photos from Huntington State Park (November 2024)
It was a busy month, but I still went on some regular walks in my nearby Huntington State Park. In November, I was joined on my walks by a house guest who is a fellow blog reader of yours, as well as both daughters in succession, and my husband, although most days I walk alone. … Read more
A Work of Art is a Lighthouse (E.M. Forester Quote)
Art is the cry of a thousand sentinels, the echo from a thousand labyrinths; it is the lighthouse which cannot be hidden.
150 Things to Do if You are Bored
All these ideas were swirling around in my thought with the desire to encourage you to wave your ennui goodbye and seize an opportunity that floats your boat.
Antidote for Fear of Not Being Good Enough (Poem by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer)
Nothing magical about it unless you count all the sunlight dribbling like praise down my chin.