Category Archives: REALITY

It seems as we get older that we are more aware of coincidences occurring in our lives. Now it may seem that age has something to do with it as far as the connections we make, but I’m talking about … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Well it’s nice to see that I’ve been writing rather prettily lately, and by some nice comments left on the entries, it seems that some of you have appreciated it and graciously let me know. Thank you. I was in … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Every now and then I’ll go up to a window. Winter is changing into Spring with the friendly rain, and I don’t want to miss it. Sometimes, you’ll wake up in the morning and the season has changed without you. … Continue reading → Continue reading →

That’s how it seems to go sometimes: Just get through the day and somehow, a week, a month, a year has passed, and you’re on the last few pages of your life. These days, my life is up and down. … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Yes, a tribute to loving, fussy mothers everywhere (and I do mean, everywhere) whose love reaches us forever in some way because they have thought of everything to prepare and assist us in our lives. This is day three of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

He is so very tiny, yet twice again himself in just a year. Fingers probe and curl just as before, but now with comprehension of the touch of skin that holds the voice inside. He need not kick the air … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The white hush of winter is slowly rousing with shades of blue and green; waking in notes of almost forgotten songs that fled south to abandon the months of sterile cold snow. We who have remained behind are glad to … Continue reading → Continue reading →

If I can hide out here in the shop, I may be able to post more entries today. I am avoiding the house. A couple hours ago my husband ran in here to tell me that there’s an inch of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Uh-boy. It seems I may have offended some treefolk with my popsicle version of life, and the inference that the bitter end is the stick. So to Kevin at Synthetic Reality v2.1 I offer this bit of poetry: Life is … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Forrest Gump was wrong; life is not a box of chocolates. The character is sweet and inspirational, but let’s face it, didn’t have a grip on the reality that exists for most people. Of course, he is a fantasy character … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Although what I really need and would appreciate is one extra bonus day a week, I suppose I must graciously accept this Leap Year gift of an extra day every four years and be grateful for it. But why add … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’m really having a terribly frustrating time in attempting to draw and design a new banner for Spinning. Art, like writing, needs inspiration and that finally hit. But it also needs practiced skill. That’s what I’ve unfortunately neglected for decades. … Continue reading → Continue reading →

There may be sporadic entries in Spinning for the next week or so, unlike my usual daily dedicated efforts. I’m just not able to organize myself enough to budget time for things in my world that are just reaching the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Well, a sense of normal is returning slowly. Eating its way into Wonderland where rabbits host tea parties and life is a bright blue dress, blonde hair and Maryjanes. Too bad. But good thing it came upon me quickly and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Just when there seems as if there is nothing more to say, life happens. I cannot see him, but I hear the pileated woodpecker rapping at the chamber door of my brain. He is busy at the ancient maple across … Continue reading → Continue reading →