It’s been two months now since I came off Vermont's Long Trail. I can finally descend the stairs in my own home without holding my breath and having to ease my legs down step by step. The golf-ball sized swelling over my left clavicle has abated. I can almost kneel...
musings from the studio and beyond ~
dawn chandler’s reflections on art and life. . . .
Thanksgiving
home, for me….
With so much to be thankful for, it can be overwhelming when called upon to innumerate all that's deserving of mention. My heart and eyes swell as I think of my family and friends and pets past and present; of the roofs that have sheltered me, the clothes that have...