This month, I took a four-session series of art classes at Starlight Studio and Art Gallery on sketchbooks. Starlight offers instruction for people who have disabilities. It gives them a chance to creatively express themselves in a supportive environment. Each session focused on a different topic. The really cool thing was that all art supplies, […]
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“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.” ~Leonardo da Vinci I love reading poetry to my cat. She head butts me, purrs, and kisses me while I’m reading. It seems that I have a cat that appreciates literature. She even purrs, head butts, and
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The 100-day art project began on February 22nd. Although I haven’t posted much of my art on social media, I have been doing something artistic each day to continue the project. In today’s post, as well as a few follow-up posts, I will share what I have been doing, day by day, as part of
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something is hidden under the glowing white sand something good to eat
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How do you express yourself in a time of fear? What do you say when your world has been broken apart by official pronouncements of us vs. them, and the them is really us? How do you catch courage? How do you listen and understand and hope when you feel that all hope has fled?
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It’s been cold and snowy. The winter storm warning continues until tomorrow afternoon. I thought that today would be a good day for me to share some of my poetry with you. I never thought of myself as a poet but a few years ago, my sister suggested that I try writing poetry. And I
Anne Brontë was born into a literary family in Thornton, West Yorkshire, England. Her parents were Patrick, who was a curate at a local church, and Maria. She was the younger sister of Maria, Elizabeth, Charlotte, Emily, and Branwell. Unfortunately, when Anne was just a year old, her mother passed away, possibly as a result
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Today, I went to the library to read to a dog. I brought a book of poems by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, and I read to a very sweet golden retriever and her very sweet human. This golden retriever is a therapy dog, and she was calm and relaxed. I sat on the floor with her
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