Friday, January 31, 2014

Something Creative

"I'm always thinking about creating. 
My future starts when I wake up every morning . . . 
Every day I find something creative to do with my life."
Miles Davis

A little bit of snow on the ground, yes, but who has time to look down when the sky is playing a symphony of  colors above...

Sunday, January 19, 2014


"There are high spots in all of our lives 
and most of them have come about 
through encouragement from someone else. 
I don't care how great, how famous 
or successful a man or woman may be, 
each hungers for applause."
 ~ George M. Adams

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Faith Shines

This is what negative degrees look like. 
First light, new day.
Freezing cold outside.

But everything is 

clear and dry.

The United States is in the middle of a weather phenomenon called the Polar Vortex, responsible for one of the nation's coldest periods in two decades. We are all a-buzz with the cold today.

Western North Carolina is dealing with the coldest temperatures since 1985. Stay warm. Move smart, my friends... It is remarkably clear outside. The cold sky is absolutely beautiful.

All is gold. Inside. Outside. Along the ridge. Asheville glows.

Kolo close to me.
Kolo, huddles closer to me on the couch as I work on She snuggles deeply, as if to say, "please stay put." This tenacious dog makes it difficult for me to get up. However, I need to check on my sun which will rise without me.

Determination wins again.

Remembered my shoes.
I wait for the sun. Cresting the ridge, blazing, rising, throwing shadows and sparks against the ice flecked deck...

"I see heaven's glories shine
and faith shines equal."
~ Emily Brontë

Monday, January 6, 2014

Lifelong Attempt

"Your letter shows me also that 
wisdom is not a product of schooling 
but of the lifelong attempt to acquire it."
Letter, March 24, 1954

Snowflakes, gentle. Sun, strong. Cold air, warm hearts... Watching the sunrise reminds me. Every morning is rebirth. We can create good things w/ our gifts.

26° in Asheville this morning. The wind whips outside. Howling through dancing trees. In my haste to run outside, I forgot my shoes.