This Day


“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.” ~ Jim Bishop


The sun cuts through, warming my face.  I am reminded of L.M. Montgomery’s Anne, who once declared, “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”


Frost is the great artist of our clime – he paints in nature and describes in rime. ~ Thomas Hood

The mornings have turned cold, necessitating hat and jacket.  Jack Frost is nipping at my nose, making me smile.  I cannot imagine living in a place where there aren’t four seasons.



I rake the leaves from the front walk, resisting temptation {just barely} to leap into the pile feet first.

Popeye and I take a stroll around the nature trail in the next town over.  Usually the fence lining the path is strewn with bittersweet, but this fall they are notably less in number.  Birds cheerfully call one another from the branches above us; perhaps they have been getting their full before winter comes?

The days grow shorter and I find myself turning on the lamps late afternoon.  Tonight I also turn on the twinkle lights that are strewn along the rafters of the family room, their soft glow reminding me that the holidays will be here before I know it.  I curl up on the couch, snug under a soft red blanket with Popeye at my side and a good book on my lap.  How I love these October days, don’t you?

Sharing Nurturing Thursday with Becca.

The Journey


 …little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do–

determined to save

the only life you could save.

Mary Oliver, excerpt from “The Journey”

Sharing with Becca, with special thanks to Stargardener, for introducing me to this lovely poem!

Just Five Things


On this beautiful and crisp October morning I am thankful for…

  1. The small mementos around the house that remind me of my daughters’ childhoods.
  2. The cool breeze coming through the opened window, invigorating me.
  3. My legs toasty warm, curled beneath the soft red afghan draped across my lap.
  4. The morning quiet.
  5. The cup of hot peppermint tea, soothing my achy stomach.  (It’s stomach bug time again!)

My lovely teacher and friend, Michelle GD, is having a giveaway!  She will be running one of my favorite classes, Just Five Things, from November 7 – 20 and this week she is giving away two spots in the class.  I have taken the course multiple times and each time I come away amazed at how such a simple concept…to stop three times a day and just notice the world around me…provides me with such insight.  At the end of the two weeks I feel grounded and renewed.

Click here for more details; you’ll be so glad you did!





I sit, perusing an online thesaurus, trying to find the right words to describe my stay at September’s Squam Art Retreat, only to realize that there are no words that capture the enchantment I experience from the moment I pull into camp.

Squam is five days of camaraderie with kindred spirits.  Tranquil afternoons spent sitting on the dock, sharing stories.  It is a time to rekindle friendships made through the years and a chance to grow creatively.

Squam is about taking bold steps, pursuing passions, weaving magic into my days.

During workshops I soak up new knowledge and share ideas with other artists and crafters.

At night I sit in front of the fire with my Squam family, drinking wine and knitting.  Sometimes chatting, oftentimes just enjoying the crackling of the fire and the call of the loons.

Squam is five days of respite, of slowing down time and becoming present.


It is a place where age and experience doesn’t matter. At Squam we are all equals, students and enthusiasts of arts and crafts, celebrants of creativity and discovery.

Being at Squam makes me happy.  It’s that simple.



Perspective is everything when you are experiencing the challenges of life.
~ Joni Eareckson Tada

I’ve written recently about my brother, who is currently in a battle with stage 4 pancreatic cancer.  It is a battle that is being fought aggressively with chemotherapy and one (I am happy to report) he is currently winning.  The tumors have been shrinking, allowing him to live pain free for the first time in months.

I am grateful the chemo is working its magic but I am even more thankful for my brother’s perspective on his situation.  He is choosing to live each day to the fullest and is keeping a positive outlook on his situation.  Because I am also a cancer survivor I know how hard that can be; I, too, kept a positive outlook during my battle but also experienced moments of fear and sadness.  To keep refocusing my mind on the positive was sometimes  difficult but I knew staying mentally strong was my greatest weapon.  I am so happy that my brother is doing the same.


From my perspective, I absolutely believe in a greater spiritual power, far greater than I am, from which I have derived strength in moments of sadness or fear. That’s what I believe, and it was very, very strong in the forest.   ~ Jane Goodall

Friends often ask how I am able to sleep at night, knowing that my daughter is living and working in Erbil, Iraq, which is a mere 52 miles away from the ISIS stronghold of Mosul.  It isn’t always easy, especially now as I read in the papers that the United States is sending additional troops there to help the Iraqis retake Mosul and she has told me her NGO (along with other humanitarian groups) are preparing for an increased influx of refugees that will surely occur as a result.  It is because of my strong faith in God that I am able to rest at night.  I believe we all have a path to follow and this is hers; it is a path that requires compassion and courage, qualities she possesses along with the wisdom to be cautious and aware. I trust that she is taking the proper precautions and take comfort in knowing she is being looked after by a greater spiritual power.  It is this belief that gives me strength in moments of fear.


When you have a fresh point of view that comes from the right side of the heart, it’s just so valuable. You can take it or not take it, but just that perspective can give you a lot of strength or make you reflect on a lot of things.   ~Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu

I have been feeling restless recently, having a sense that change is about to occur in my life.  I am unsure of the cause of this feeling of un-ease; it could be the onset of autumn, with its shortening of days and the chill in the air.  Nothing is as strong a harbinger of change as autumn; it is when I am most aware of the cycle of life.  Time is passing and I am growing older.  I have become reflective, feeling the need to make changes but unsure yet of how to proceed.  In truth, I am not even sure where the changes need to be made, I only know that I have a desire to move forward

…yes, I know how vague this all sounds.

What I do know is that as I reflect it is important that my point of view is coming from the right side of my heart.  That perspective is the one that will be true and will guide me most effectively.  It is from there that I will gather my strength.

Sharing Nurturing Thursday with Becca.

Sunday Stillness


“Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’ ‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.”                                       – E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web




Exhaling into Autumn


I see the turning of a leaf dancing in the autumn sun, and brilliant shades of crimson glowing when a day is done. ~ Hazelmarie Mattie Elliot

It is autumn and I feel my body relaxing, one long exhale as my senses come alive again after the long, sweltering, humid summer.  My energy has returned and I venture outdoors once more, eager to resume my daily walks with Popeye, relishing the crunch of leaves underfoot.  It’s sweater weather, my favorite time of year.


I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of goldenrod. ~ Helen Hunt Jackson

The flowers in the garden have faded, yet along the wooded path I am greeted by cheery goldenrod and soft aster.  The leaves of the potted impatiens that grace the front walkway are beginning to yellow and drop.  This weekend I shall purchase mums at the garden center, replacing the pinks and blues of our garden with earthy tones of russet, burnt umber and gold.


Autumn is the hush before winter ~ French proverb

I find beauty everywhere in autumn, even in the dying Queen Anne’s Lace.  She enchants me even now, proof that beauty is not diminished with age.

Three things:

There is a chill in the air most mornings and I find myself trading my flip flops for warm slippers.

The quilt that has gone unused all summer is now draped across our bed, adding extra warmth and comfort.

I find myself craving the sweetness of macoun apples.


Autumn, welcome.