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. . . .
tiny beautiful things
6 x 3 x 60 = peace
I stepped outside, crouched on the pavement and sat down on my dusty front door stoop. In my nine years living here, I don’t think I’d ever sat on the stoop. Maybe because the view from that angle is mostly pavement, concrete, stuccoed wall and taillights. This...
I don’t know what to say about the fires…
but what any sentient person might say: The fires are horrifying. A consuming history- and life-erasing hurricane inferno of destruction and heartbreak. When I look at the map the fires are almost too big to grasp: The big fire — Hermits Peak — started in early spring...
some of what I noticed this year . . . .
Because sometimes it's the little things that revive a dispirited heart . . . . May each of us remember to notice the beauty that surrounds us. Blessings to you & Happy New Year .... and ... Thank You... for reading my words...