His laughter crackled like a campfire, trickled over dappled streams, whispered in aspen groves, twirled through mountain meadows, reverberated from ridge to ridge. His whole life, he laughed. His eyes twinkled when he laughed with me, as if he delighted in some secret wildflower field in my spirit I had yet to discover. Memories of those dancing eyes…Read more Loving You Still
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Printmaking with kids
Lily and I enjoyed the perfect kick-off to summer break this week! We gathered a few cousins (ages 5-10) and a bundle of art supplies, and created covers for cards for the Sanctuary of Hope family. Inside the cards are hand-written notes of prayer and encouragement from the Colorado Springs Country Support Team (CST) for Hope’s Promise…Read more Printmaking with kids
Moment between death… and life
On the night he almost died, eternity brushed my cheek. Ephemeral, yet solid. I knew on that night, more than ever before, that forever is. He knew it, too. He would later talk about that passage when a massive stroke shook him like a rag doll in the mouth of a vicious dog. He would…Read more Moment between death… and life
Always – lament for a father taken too soon
On a balmy October afternoon, we gathered on a green slope saturated with sinking-sun amber light. Sentinel trees swayed in a swan dance of brilliant-hued Autumn. We clustered amidst names engraved in stone, contemplating the eternal promise of Scripture, swelling with tears to the last lingering notes of Amazing Grace. Each of us clutched a…Read more Always – lament for a father taken too soon
Texture and patina – in art and in life
I have grown to love texture and patina. My husband and I live in a 100 year old house with four active children and a dog, so perhaps it is simply a subconscious decision to accept the inevitable. But, actually, I think it might be rooted in wisdom. Earlier in life, I strove for pristine…Read more Texture and patina – in art and in life
Where true joy can be found
I know a place where unhindered joy pulsates. But you won’t believe it when I first take you there. Perched on the edge of desolation, humble and inconspicuous, a gray cement block building crouches behind ramshackle shops. Barefoot children play on a pile of rubble, and rusty-corrugated-roof shacks lean on either side. Before we go…Read more Where true joy can be found
Covering: Reflections on 20 years of marriage
In the early days, I was a kite and he was the string. I, the idyllic dreamer, tempted him with crazy ideas like living in a 700 square foot hot tub wing/studio apartment of a house nestled in the mountains west of Denver. We looked at other places. Still, to this day, we laugh when…Read more Covering: Reflections on 20 years of marriage
Print purchase clarification
Dear friends, I wanted to clarify and apologize for a misprint in my earlier blog post - prints are $119, NOT including shipping (which will average about $11/print including shipping materials). Prints are now available through Pamba Toto fine art prints. I owe so much to so many of you who have been God's Voice…Read more Print purchase clarification
Free Indeed
Red patterned light trickles across black curtains. A fanciful bouquet erupts on stage right: black-and-white-striped poles adorned with pink sparkly netting, fuzzy green puffs dripping with silver strands, orange tufts dotted with pink. Green cardboard-cut-out leaves ground the arrangement. Expectant silence swells as the curtain draws. Lilting music evokes the changing moods of “My Many…Read more Free Indeed
Reach
“You only get just one time around, you only get one shot at this, one chance to find out the one thing that you don’t want to miss.” One Life to Love by 33 Miles This song lyric often plays in my mind. Life on this earth tumbles by and falls off the final cliff…Read more Reach
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