Thursday, May 03, 2007
the work ahead
A novel, in the end, is a container, a shape which you are trying to pour your story into.
-Helen Dunmore
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
may day
Friday, April 27, 2007
stillwater
***looking for Stillwater Writing Retreat? You can find complete information on the upper section of the page under its own tab***
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
windows
I was going to post this photo, apropos of nothing, just because I liked it.
But then, moments later, I opened a book to this quote:
Ancient power spots, and sacred sites ... are gateways. The real openings lie in our own hearts, minds, and lives.
-Jo May, Fogou
It very much feels like the gate to the barn is the threshold to a different reality.
The window and the stall in the photo used to belong to Salina, who was a true guardian of the space. She kept an almost constant vigil to the driveway and the house. Awhile back it became Cody's stall, and he sometimes comes and looks over the fence into the back yard. This day, it was borrowed by Apache Moon who was awaiting a massage, and his attention to the house charmed me.
I wonder if they look at our windows and ponder what it is we do in here.
But then, moments later, I opened a book to this quote:
Ancient power spots, and sacred sites ... are gateways. The real openings lie in our own hearts, minds, and lives.
-Jo May, Fogou
It very much feels like the gate to the barn is the threshold to a different reality.
The window and the stall in the photo used to belong to Salina, who was a true guardian of the space. She kept an almost constant vigil to the driveway and the house. Awhile back it became Cody's stall, and he sometimes comes and looks over the fence into the back yard. This day, it was borrowed by Apache Moon who was awaiting a massage, and his attention to the house charmed me.
I wonder if they look at our windows and ponder what it is we do in here.
Monday, April 23, 2007
diorama
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