Photo Source Amy Hanna   Each Saturday I focus on a different artist that I admire. From potters to painters, chefs to collectors, seamstress to songwriters, lifestyle to lovers… anyone who set the paintbrush, pastry brush, hands and heart on…

The seeds we leave behind, be it our words, our actions, our small daily doings, will bloom one day. We do not need to know where or how, Nor seek to gather the harvest to ourselves. But to believe that…

  I just love when my blog evokes a response from many of you. When your sharing makes me feel like we are sitting next to one another, and the conversation broadens as others come in and tell their story.…

Old letters, papers, documents, books… you might say I do a happy dance whenever I find such things at the flea market. Of course not just any old piece of French ephemera will do, well almost, though those that are dated 1790 or…

Putting my hand's palm to palm, I opened them to form a cup. I prayed, imagining my prayer taking form into my cupped hands. I imagined, God's hand, loving hands, underneath my own, When every word of mine, no longer…

Photo Source: Sania Pell   Every Saturday I focus on a different artist that I admire. From potters to painters, chefs to collectors, seamstress to songwriters, lifestyle to lovers… anyone who set the paintbrush, pastry brush, hands and heart on…