meditating upon a well-rounded collection of colours evokes a deep understanding of transition. colours guide me gently through the changes in my life, from seasons to holidays to emotions to subtle invocations that i might never fully understand. It is not one colour but all the colours that fill in the contours of my life, ...
ever since i can remember, every two years — winter or summer — i watch the olympics. day after day, i am spellbound by the speed, agility, flexibility and strength of the athletes. i am deeply inspired by their dedication, focus, sacrifice and commitment. watching them makes me want infuse excellence in to every aspect ...
one year ago, while vacationing with dear friends at the jersey shore, we wrapped up a fabulous sunny-salty-sandy day at the beach by gathering the kids around the dining room table to paint sea shells we had found along the sea shore at low tide. for my daughter, ruby, and i, being first time visitors ...
My reverence for the power of pattern may well have stemmed from the demure stripe hanging idly on a dishcloth, while I brewed my morning tea. What is it about a stripe, or a collection of stripes, that is so appealing? My love affair with stripes is multi-faceted and complex: I like them organized, in ...
My springtime ritual of planting is more accurately described as rooting plants in pots. Each spring, around memorial day (the earliest date we can safely plant outdoors in our high-altitude rocky mountain valley), i fill my terra cotta pots with bright orange and pink geraniums. This year I also added chaotically coloured zinnias. The annual ...
rushing out the door to catch the school bus one morning in early november, i noticed that our front porch halloween jack-o-lantern was past its prime. the frigid nights of early autumn in the high colorado mountains had rendered our scary-faced friend puckered and wrinkley. it was time to toss it into into our compost ...
The way a smell can carry your senses away to a distant memory or a place you have never been, that’s the way colour works for me. In a certain way, colour enters through your nose as well as your eyes, and through your skin, your heart, and your soul. Take, for example, the ripe, ...
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