What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare? -W.H.Davies
Friday, November 20, 2009
She's resting peacefully in a quilt lined planter box, relieved that the pesky little temporary kitten has disappeared. Her nose is marked by the faucet where she seeks liquid refreshment, whether or not it is turned on.
Youngest of 5 daughters of Quaker Mom and Danish Dad, MomWifeGrandma. Chaplain. My last position was offering spiritual support as a group facilitator in six different psychiatric populations. I loved my work, and miss it. But now I am spending much of my time playing with fibers, beads, bits and pieces of this and that. And looking at the world in a new way - infinity of art and beauty, color, texture and shape.