Finding grace in the midwinter can be a challenge. Hearing ones muse becomes a tender proposition. Little whispers: birdsong, moonlight, spring crocus buds, dog kisses, mushroom and chardonnay saute - they delight my senses and beckon my soul to listen.
I am quietly creating these days - slow stitching - finding reverence in what my fingers can do.
(I created a new Pinterest board this morning evoking my feelings today - HERE)
