Tag Archives: transitions

crossing over

in-between

After a two week break from computer screens, I am not unlike Jack, above, pausing at the edge, wondering how to re-enter.

Happy New Year, all!

I look forward to another year of sharing ideas, inspiration, techniques, and support on the worldwide web!
yew-illuminated

chair

I have spent a lot of time quilting and knitting by the fire over the last two weeks.

coming-going

This was how we saw C. for the most part – on his way out – to job or friends.

eleven-varieties

I baked 12 varieties this year.  This is the third year in a row that I vowed I wouldn’t.

goofball

hydrangea-snow

ledge

morning

rusty-linen-silk

streetlight-yonder

table-by-the-fire

wind-chimes

three-huts

christmas-eve

where-are-my-slippersEvery two-footed member of our family got slippers for Christmas.  I seriously think Jack is wondering why he didn’t get any.  It’s not the cookies he’s wondering about — it’s the missing set of slippers!

Transitions

Transitions challenge us.

From boat house to land, the path wobbles, especially if you run.

The places where elements meet — as in skylines, shores — present mystery.  Where is the beauty in arriving home from vacation?  Returning to an office after 15 years away?  A friend’s father dies today.

Day bleeds into night, the sill between is decorated with rust-colored and ruined objects.  A lost opportunity is what I saw this morning, watching the Iman in his white cap and a pastor dressed in a bloated defiance.  Speaking to reporters, but not so much to each other.  I would have liked palms to have met in fellowship.  Isn’t that what good Christians do?

The eve of anniversaries.

She stood against the night sky and painted with a glow stick – her pink heart captured by pixels, visible after the fact.

Intention, light, creativity, and witnessing — not a bad combination for a world rife with conflict.  I offer this heart of youth and of goodness to all of us on the eve of September 11.