Thoughts on weaving, writing, stories, and life.
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A Waking Dream
A woman walks into a gallery With butterflies in her stomach. She wanted to see the art And also make a connection – Hoping this might be a place Where her art might be shown. A woman walks into a gallery And meets the gallery owner – Who is very friendly and open. And tomorrow… Read more
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Some Places Should Remain Wild
Thoughts on Hemlock Island by Kelley Armstrong Read more
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Bardic dreams
I am very slowly feeling like I am getting back into the groove of being an artist librarian mother teacher. Moving was a lot easier when I was younger. I wrote this poem on Sunday: Now that I’m here And I’ve been here awhile, I’m sitting exhausted Trying to dredge up a smile. There’s beauty… Read more
Ra's Spiral Path 