At the flea market this morning, I came across a stand that had a 19th century pharmacy collection. Apothecary jars, packets of pills, cotton bundles, glass tubes with ointments and dried herbs in paper packets, gathered together in wooden…

                         There is a way. There is hope. There is meaning. Light and dark. Here and now. A keyhole. A passage. The key. You. The way is going from moment to moment,…

                             Empty plates wait on the table. Ready to hold Thanksgiving. Cranberry sauce, sweet potato, cornbread with butter, and honey. May your plate be filled with that which will nourish your…

                                Sure she had more than she needed, she was wealthy in many ways, she could afford to use a cameo as a button! Nevertheless, her desires remained the same…she…

Marrakesh, at the Jemaa el Fna square, my imagination stood still! The Medina (the old city center,) grabbed me, stunning my senses, opening pores I didn’t know I had, flooding me as I stood awestruck! A splash of water leads…

                               As I was in my element at the flea market yesterday, one thing I didn’t want to notice was the temperature (50 Fahrenheit,) nor how cold I was feeling.…