Category: the basket of random posts filled with beauty
a big basket of posts that don’t seem to fit in anywhere, but that are still full of beauty
author | poet | thread artist
I am a storyteller and a poet.
I use words and thread, pencil and needle, paper and fabric.
my work is an ongoing conversation with myself.
a big basket of posts that don’t seem to fit in anywhere, but that are still full of beauty
A blackbird sings. Notes tumble clear over sweet sprigs of hay. Leaves exchange the known for the unknown, as trees humbly let go of life. Trusting. And I am here, a life made of seasons. A solitary witness to the earth’s worship. And it is good. — What the trees teach me in September. ©…