Isabro seemed to embody the spirit of what used to be, bearing history and the generations, in his bones. He was of this place. He was ancient and he was a child. A force of nature.
simple pleasures
A Journey to Rociada
Standing in the middle of that silent street, in the midst of all those abandoned buildings, it was very quiet but not mute. It was almost as if I was perceiving the silent footprints of a world now gone forever.
Sigh
I feel as though I’ve let out a breath—a breath I didn’t know I was holding. When had it started? When I was one, sixteen, thirty, sixty-four? I honestly don’t know, but it was deep and old, ancient perhaps. Mammalian?
“Knitting With Nature’s Gifts”
Art. In all its forms, has the capacity to heal I continue to believe. Both by being in its presence and by making it. And all of us, as artists, must support the inspiration of others’ art whenever we can
Dick’s Day
To those of you who don’t already know, the Olsen house is where Andrew Wyeth painted Christina’s World (among 300 other works he created at there)…
Monhegan
But standing right there on Monhegan it felt as though I experienced something of a quiet shift to that old personal journey: one in which I remembered to take pleasure, to be soft, to seek and find beauty, to laugh more, to create.
Paradise
We had traveled through adversity but our stay in Panguitch and the visits to Bryce had soothed us and allowed us to set our sights toward home.