A Real Peach

For years I’ve held on to a belief that I don’t like peaches. The reality is though that I don’t remember ever trying them. Maybe there were peaches in one of those canned fruit cocktails we got in school. I remember that I used to just eat the grapes. I don’t remember having peaches at…

The Sunday Post: Making Time

I realized recently that I’ve been slacking in writing something in response to the blooms I pick each week from my little watering can of prompts. It’s not like I haven’t been pulling one each week, although I think I have missed a week here and there. When I received these my instructions were to…

Urban Nature Walk

Today I’m sharing with you a few photos I’ve taken during some recent walks. I like to walk during my lunch breaks when the weather is nice; to get a little bit of Vitamin D and move my body a little bit, even if just for 15 or 20 minutes. And of course the picture…

The Sunday Post: The Artist Within

Today’s yoga session was titled “Awaken the Artist Within” and is part of this month’s (Expand) playlist from Yoga with Adriene. It was perfect for today because just last night I was experimenting with watercolors, seeing if I could bring out the artist in me, seeing if I have any of my mother’s painting talent….

The Rose

Know you how roses came to grace the world?A feather from an angel’s pinion fell,A sunbeam caught and kissed it as it whirled,And left it blushing on the earth to dwell.—by Ruby Archer

The Sunday Post: Sunday Drive

I went for another Sunday drive today, this time to the North Carolina Arboretum near Asheville. It was a beautiful day that ended with a late lunch at a barbecue place. I don’t have a lot of words to share with you. Maybe a full day in the car with someone used up all my…

The Sunday Post: A Quick Recap

Warning: This post is going to ramble. It will cover many seemingly unrelated topics. (Yes, I know. This will not be the first time.) I might get somewhere by the time I’m finished writing, but I might not. I will reward you with some pretty pictures at the end. I’m back home after my road…

Ocean

She came to the ocean to pray.  To walk on the cool, damp sand and feel its grit between her toes.  She came to feel the wind touch her face. Anywhere else it would be a blast of cold and bitter air, blowing through her and taking with it the last bit of hope, desire,…