I get to….fix myself hot teahold a steaming mug in my handspull a wool shawl around my shouldersshift my weight in my cozy chairsip and gaze out my windowunbroken by bullets I get tostep into the showerturn on the wateradjust the temperaturelet hot water lavish my...
musings from the studio and beyond ~
dawn chandler’s reflections on art and life. . . .
life and loss in the age of pandemic
what bloomed for me in the shadow of sadness
The lilac are blooming. And they're taking me back again to a May morning some thirteen years ago when a light went out in my life and the long shadow of sorrow moved in. It was the Thursday before Mother’s Day, 2007. As the first of the sun's rays broke over the...