budding

our consciousness rarely registers the beginning of a growth within us any more that without us; there have been many circulations of the sap before we detect the smallest sign of the bud. ~ george eliot

anything can be

listen to the mustn’ts, child. listen to the don’ts.

listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts.

listen to the never haves, then listen close to me…

anything can happen, child.

anything can be. 

~ shel silverstein

rain drops

rain makes me 🙂

the only noise now was the rain, pattering softly with the magnificent indifference of nature for the tangled passions of humans.
~ sherwood smith

sharing with wordless (almost) wednesdaywordless wednesdayoutdoor wednesdaynature noteswild & wonderfulwatery wednesday,  and then she snappedproject alicia, wordless wednesday

“please” ~ “no”

some knitters say that they buy yarn with no project in mind and wait patiently for the yarn to “speak” to them. this reminds me of michelangelo, who believed that every block of stone he carved had the statue waiting inside and that all he did was reveal it. i think i’ve had yarn speak to me during the knitting process, and i’ve definitely spoken to it. perhaps i’m doing it wrong, or maybe my yarn and i aren’t on such good terms, but it really seems to me that all i say is “please” and all it ever says is “no”.
~ stephanie pearl-mcphee, at knit’s end: meditations for women who knit too much

sharing with wordless (almost) wednesdaywordless wednesday, wild & wonderful, and then she snappedproject alicia

my parent’s yard

visiting with mosaic monday

yesterday, i wandered around my parent’s yard, snapping pictures…