I often hear from friends that they hate the month of November. The crisp Autumn air has started to chill. The colorful leaves have fallen to the ground. My friends dislike the monochromatic palette of November, but I am the opposite. I have always felt that November is a passionate month. The clouds are aswirl…
I thought the 2020 COVID-19 time of quarantine might be extraordinarily creative. Instead, it’s been a muffled form of grief. Grief? From what? I’m not really sure…
The opening quote in a recent post from the Order of Bards, Ovates, and Druids, is from Beau Taplin: ‘The secret is to never lose sight of the simple, everyday miracles in life….”
There are so many books to read. There are so many books to create. Sometimes, it’s overwhelming. It’s not overwhelming in a bad way, not most of the time…
The wheel of the year is turning toward Spring. It’s time to begin again, and welcome life anew. As the new bits of green arise from the soil and branches, as the sharp spikes of daffodils and the beautiful, chaste blossoms of snow-drops grace the landscape, I am ready for renewal and to resurrect this blog again.
