" She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty. Each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with...

" We spend January walking through our lives room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year,...

" ...that fleeting pause when time bends and magic hovers between the main celebrations of the seasons... spontaneity and softness become...

:: the quiet revolutions of winter :: winters arrival the still point of this every-so-quickly turning world a quiet beckoning this...

" Ye dear companions of my silent hours, whose pages oft before my eyes would strew so many sweet & variegated flowers..." {fr; book...

" A camera records what exists in front of the lens, but it also records something of the photographer, who stands behind it. In a sense,...