I amble down the path in the evening sun, and there she is. Bare arms and feet slip out of her dress all pastel striped. She stands on a green knoll and blows little puffs unto the white ball in her little hand. "Planting dandelions?" I call to her. Monday to Friday she calls me … Continue reading Planting Dandelions
White, As winter’s snow, Soft, As rose petals, Smooth , As silk, Slim and long. These are pretty hands. Brown, From the hot sun, Rough, From days of toil, Scarred, By nails, Large and calloused. These are beautiful hands, The hands of Jesus.
Start with a history lesson on Rome, add a yet-unplanned, elementary art class, and you get a mosaic. At least, I did. In the making, I found some reflections. In high school, my geography teacher taught me that Canada has a cultural mosaic. Our American counter-parts have a melting pot. By this, he meant that … Continue reading Mosaic
I remember as a little girl, Wandering to the vacant lot in town, Stopping to pick the prettiest wildflowers, Then running them home to my mom, I don't remember what she said, But she kept them 'til they died, So, I know she must have liked them, And I knew, though flowers fade, Her love … Continue reading Flowers for Mom
The following piece was written for the Exceptional Learner class I took at FB this summer. Learning Disabilities--A Call to Explore Empathy. I really cannot understand what it is that they go through. Compassion. I can treat them with love because I know that they have struggles beyond what I can comprehend. No child … Continue reading Winter Twigs & Books Full of Rainbows
"I seek only to be beautiful to those who know me well." In grade twelve, I was required to write a quote that represented my life philosophy and this is what I wrote. It is still a big part of who I am today. Relationships are more about the heart then the face. The best … Continue reading Beauty Awaits