I doubt this is an epiphany, but I have decided that everybody is weird. I was thinking about how weird little kids are with their random noises, movements, things they will put in their mouths, things they roll in, smear on themselves, rub up against.  I remember being in a line up at a store…

I know that the delineation of the month is an arbitrary thing.  It being March 1st is no different than it being February 28th, other than it is one day closer to the equinox.  Just being able to think “Ooo, it’s now March” is incredibly lifting to my spirit.  We might get another dumping of…

I went to Scotland a wee* while ago.  It was beautiful and I loved it.  I will go again if the opportunity arises.  What I brought back with me, other than a longing to return, was the words ‘aye’ and ‘och’. Aye is an affirmative.  It can be gently or enthusiastically wielded.  When someone is…

I think as adults we lose track of the joy of the journey.  I remember when my kids were smaller there was no such thing as a direct route or hurrying.  They would sometimes walk.  More frequently they would run, skip, twirl, dance.  They could have put the ‘Ministry of Silly Walks’ to shame.  There…

There is almost anything I rather do than clean house.  Outside jobs I am good for.  One of the jobs I actually like to do is shovel snow.  The past two winters haven’t been so good because I did something to my shoulder for which it has yet to forgive me.  The older my joints…

Hmph.  A moment ago my head was swirling with all kinds of interesting things: evolution of conversation (one that involves strategic urine sniping and whispers of “you’re adopted”), being present and what does that mean, frost kissed branches, impromptu meetings with people I used to know.  For a brief glimmer I had all those things…

Late afternoon sun creates patches of light on the floor.  The shadows of snowflakes dance through the spots.  Looking out the window, I watch the snowflakes swirl downward, the sunlight turning them into glittering prisms.  I am stuck on how to create the image I want, and chaos is thundering through the house with the…

Is art like a puppy?  Things that pop into my head. I have been working on a new tea cozy that I have named Edgar.  As I am building this new creation and working out how all the bits will come together, I was thinking that I hoped it would find a good home.  Maybe…

A friend of mine brought me a bag full of rescued cashmere sweaters to experiment with. My family wasn’t delighted with me felting them in the washing machine, as every article of clothing that we washed for the next week was covered in lint.  I was tempted to make something out of all the lint…

Picture, in your mind, a peaceful living room with some exercise equipment set up.  A mini trampoline in one corner, a yoga mat stretched across the middle, some weights placed within easy reach.  (I feel like I am describing the set up for The Friendly Giant) Music is playing at a volume that is conducive…