I do not have to go To Sacred Places In far-off lands. The ground I stand on Is holy. Here, in this little garden I tend My pilgrimage ends. The wild honeybees The hummingbird moths The flickering fireflies at dusk...
This is my January page for the Bead Journal Project. I called it "Moon Circles" in honor of last week's full moon . . . After piddling around trying to design something for nearly the entire month, I finally just...
Let us walk in the white snow In a soundless space; With footsteps quiet and slow, At a tranquil pace, Under veils of white lace. I shall go shod in silk, And you in wool, White as a white cow’s...
Can't you people do something about this?