It's been a long time since I've engaged an art journal (or any art) challenge with my online community of creatives. Yet yesterda...

It is, indeed, spring, and yet there's - once again - snow cover over our little acre. There are no colorful buds 'r blossoms. Yet...

The western patch of our main vegetable garden was transitioning with the solar shift of the seasons, clinging to patches of winter snow. ...

Yes, welcome March. I greet you from the heart of a solitary space, steeped in savory stillness, and quintessential quiet. As one who gre...

heART journal spread in progress This past week I became obsessed with - what I can only call - nuance. I honed in on seeking it in ...

It's really winter now. And with it - for me - comes the most earnest of the quiet time, still time, and inner time that I exp...

there is a bird a giant bird a transient bird near the oft flowing waters of the little acre wood her south facing gaze follows th...

Every day I do my best to honor, serve, nurture, protect and defend my blessed Nona Gaia. Peace.