A great wind began to blow and howl.The night was ink black with one piercing star lighting the way.The three wise women knew it was time to begin a long journey towards a great unknown. They ventured forth on faith.They knew they had arrived at their destination when they discovered the seed babe resting on a birch bark blanket.Behold. The savior has arrived.He reaches out for us to tell ushe needs us and to remind us we need him.I thought he arrived in December. But ... Read Full Story
...my cousin, TatteredTail?I thought I just saw him in here.I Did, Squirrely.He was involved in an unfortunate glue gun accident.He should make a full recovery. I saw him resting on the window sill.- Thanks, Owl. I'll scamper on over. Read Full Story
WONDERINGHow could a mouse carry that enormous4 armedman-elephant-deityGanesh?He's hardly 4 inches tall.He's remarkably sturdy even without feetbut still... How is it possible? How can I believe? OH! He's a God in his own right,an agent of transformation. That's why he wears the fancy coatand always brings something to offer.He does smell sacred. Read Full Story
Who knew?She said "Ikebana". I thought she meant "Eukanuba" that delicious dog food.I was being helpful when I brought it to my mat for a good chew.I was wondering why she didn't tie it up in my KachewKee Wrapper. The hand said NO. Get Away. "This Ikebana is for looking. Not snacking." I think I can remember that. Pinecone Penguin would like live at your house. Read Full Story
Hey Tiny Acorn Lady, I hear we are being moved to the flower display in the hallway.It's that pushy Reindeer isn't it Pine Cone Penguin. He's always horning in on the centerpieces. Read Full Story
On walks we are always on the look out for interesting shapes,and little pieces of nature we can carry home and play with.Here are a few items from this year's gatherings. This 'nature angel' is made ofpine cone, milkweed pod, acorn and fernpod stems and seeds.She makes a nice center piece. She is standing on a flower frog. She was a bit lonely so now she has a twig reindeer friend.Available to you through my ETSY Shop Read Full Story
God is here.In this stone wall. In the mind that planned it.In the hands that made it.In the earth that it holds.In the people and animals who pass byand those who stop to rest or play.In the rain that will wash it.In the snow that will fall on it. In the sun that dries it.In our moments together. I find you, Great Spirit, everywhere.Or is it that you find me? I am so grateful for your nearness. Read Full Story
Inside the wrought iron gates of Gladys' Garden -where dogs are not allowed resides the watchful frog. This place no longer is the wild and wondrous ravenGlady's Mom wrote about but it remains a paradise for all those"working it out" on the East Side in Providence - The mighty frog is as big as a tricycleand as wise as a stately centurion elm. The watchful frog oversees the swings and slide;reminiscing with the remaining trees about the Barber Tree and other dear friends gone, the man... Read Full Story
