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Welcome!

My art and writing are two channels I use to express gratitude for all the goodness in my life.  Being creative requires me to step out of my comfort zone and explore new avenues.  When I write and paint from the heart, everything makes sense.  I am grateful for the opportunity to share my joy with you.

Autumn

Autumn

"No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face…” ~John Donne,  The Autumnal

"No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face…” ~John Donne, The Autumnal

“Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn.” ~Elizabeth Lawrence

“Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn.” ~Elizabeth Lawrence

“I loved autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it.” ~Lee Maynard

“I loved autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it.” ~Lee Maynard

“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love—that makes life and nature harmonize.” ~George Eliot

“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love—that makes life and nature harmonize.” ~George Eliot

“Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt,” ~ William Allingham

“Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt,” ~ William Allingham

Are you as happy as I am that it is autumn?


The woods is shining this morning.
Red, gold and green, the leaves
lie on the ground, or fall,
or hang full of light in the air still.
Perfect in its rise and in its fall, it takes
the place it has been coming to forever.
It has not hastened here, or lagged.
See how surely it has sought itself,
its roots passing lordly through the earth.
See how without confusion it is
all that it is, and how flawless
its grace is. Running or walking, the way
is the same. Be still. Be still.
“He moves your bones, and the way is clear.”


—"Grace" by Wendell Berry*

*Thank you, Amanda Mays, for sharing this poem with me.

Shedding Old Skin

Shedding Old Skin

Hello September

Hello September