Dreaming

No, I’m not talking about not commenting or being on Facebook. But the level of accusation, anger, and animus there and other places these days makes me more fearful for the world than the issues being “discussed.” If we can’t talk nicely, even if we have to eventually agree to disagree, then these are very dangerous times indeed. So I was imagining if all those “a” words I just referenced went away, because we were all doing what our moms tried to teach us.

Wordless Wednesday

As Rosemary is to the Spirit, so Lavender is to the Soul.

For your Monday soul…

“And lavender, whose spikes of azure bloom
shall be, ere-while, in arid bundles bound
to lurk admist the labours of her loom,
and crown her kerchiefs witl mickle rare perfume.”

William Shenstone The School Mistress 1742

Dreaming of Wyoming

In the summer, a woman’s fancy turns to vacation…rest, rejuvenation and the mountains.  These are some of my Wyoming dreams.