Thirty minutes ago I emerged from the mall where my PO box is. I had just dumped my massive annual springtime greeting card mailing at the post office and was feeling a bit jubilant. Thirty minutes before that, an all-day soaking spring rain (a rarity out here)...
musings from the studio and beyond ~
dawn chandler’s reflections on art and life. . . .
musings
the grace of trivial projects
Snow has been falling for hours. And though there doesn't seem to be much accumulation — it's too warm — it's been beautiful to watch. Beyond quenching the earth and sogging the dirt roads, mostly the snow has served to bury my To Do List. There's so much I planned to...
revealing the open pages of my wallet
It’s all in a book, a little bigger than my palm. When I shared The Book with an acquaintance, her voice fell silent as she slowly turned and considered the pages. “I feel,” she said in a near whisper, carefully turning each page . . . ...