not perfect, this journeynot meant to be easy, also this journey.how else to grow and expand? blessings, not merely for those who kneelbut for those who do,when a red carpet is rolled out for you,there’s your clue to transcend suffering … Continue reading
How simple yet magnificent are these crimson and fuchsia jewels. Sprawled over marble they shimmer with delight and in the kitchen where I cook, create, design and on occasion send a kiss to mend a bumped or abrased limb. Here … Continue reading
A roof to deflect sun and stormwindows to exchange light and expand our viewwalls to enclose and divideceilings that reach up to heavens, for us to come alivemiracle sunrises to reflect the contracted oneour home provides all of this and … Continue reading
I spot them everywhere within Red and even out here sky beams delightfully dancing upon her redwood planks whilst dazzling me with their seductive saltation. It just takes a few minutes of gazing to become mesmerized, besotten and immersed deeply … Continue reading
My two favs in my provisions box this week, not necessarily sharing them on my plate together, but until I whip something up this scene is cheering up the space. Eye catching from across the room like a woman in … Continue reading
Red has doffed her winter look within days after hailing it. But will I spring about carefree without mine from now on?
Still embracing us, still welcoming us, even after she quietly slips on her winter coat afresh.
And ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free. – John 8:32 Falling from the heavens, droplets met by my flesh. I don’t know what’s sweeter butterflies fluttering about in a symphony against a folly red … Continue reading
I am coming home.” I have written at length about my nest previously, particularly her name, Red. Search Red on my site and you will see how she’s more than a domicile, more like a companion who’s got my back. … Continue reading
Was headed for a late evening swim and the hint of crimson in the sky caught my eye. It’s hard to notice it when eyes are directed downwards. I sound like a broken record, “look up, phone off your body”…only … Continue reading
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