Denver poet, Joy Sawyer, writes about “Truth-Telling and Nakedness” in her book, The Art of the Soul: Meditations for the Creative Spirit. She urges those who want to create good…
For some reason, thinking about the mansion this week reminded me of the classic movie, Camelot. Anybody remember it? Not the 2004 remake for television, or the First Knight version…
You know how when you need a bang trim, but your stylist doesn’t offer a free one, or you just don’t have time to schedule one…so you think to yourself:…
Knock. Knock. Who’s there? Orange you glad not to see another Journal post about the ache that feels anything but beautiful? Thought so. We’re actually not off the topic yet,…
I hope you judged The Beautiful Ache by its cover last week, and felt drawn to explore it. There’s something so beautiful about it to me, both the title and the…
What do you mean I haven’t posted since Thanksgiving? How in the world did that happen? I actually had a Christmas post practically finished. A really good one. But something…
The view from the kitchen's sliding glass door in The Nest this morning looks and sounds to me like our circumstances. The wind is screaming and the snow is blowing…
Thanksgiving. The simplest and purest of holidays. The most unadulterated. My personal favorite. That’s what I wanted to write about this week. The way Thanksgiving stands, so noble and dignified,…
What is it about the solitary life that comes so close to convincing us that it’s what we want…when something deeper inside tells us our pants are on fire? And…