Tuesday, January 19, 2021
Thursday, January 14, 2021
This year started with hope, my one word begin, and a collection of poetry postcards to decorate my writing desk.
As a collector of Victorian and vintage items, I have always enjoyed the art of postcard writing. I am grateful to Jone MacCulloch for bringing back this art with the New Year Poetry Postcards Exchange. I also extend thanks to our poetry community for bringing good cheer to my home this January.
Welcome to this January's Mini-Gallery of New Year 2021 Poetry Postcards
Tuesday, January 12, 2021
- Early in January 2020, my granddaughter Aurora was born - such a joyful event.
- In February, my husband and I purchased a new home in Virginia, only 1/2 hour away from my granddaughters.
- In June, I designed and delivered an intensive, remote learning, 4-day Summer Graduate Institute for teachers. The small group of educators were creative thinkers and eager participants. While the work of remote learning is demanding, it is also rewarding when learners reap the benefits.
- In December, we closed on our new build and became proud new owners.
Wednesday, January 6, 2021
In faith, like a flower, I shall feel myself rise above, begin to open, and begin anew.
A New Chapter BEGINS.
Tuesday, January 5, 2021
The spirit of Christmas 2020, as unusual as it was, still lingers in my heart. For the first time since I moved into my Long Island home, I did not place a Christmas tree in my living room. We closed on the house in Virginia during Christmas week so instead of an in-house tree, my small outdoor trees and the front porch were decorated for the season. In addition, we enjoyed the beauty of the magnificent Nassau County Christmas tree. But the smell of Christmas trees continued to make me pine for the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree.
Friday, January 1, 2021
“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth." -Rainer Maria Rilke
Abundant Autumn Global Gallery
Experience a relaxing multimedia gallery walk through autumn amidst the flurry of a pandemic.
Sit back, inhale the smell of wood-burning fires, fresh scent of the countryside, and the taste of apple cider.
Embrace the beauty of earth with your senses. Is it not true what F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote in The Great Gatsby?
Be inspired to connect with nature and find peace during an awe walk.
Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What person can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the spaqn of his or her world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horison? -Hal Borland
For those still waiting fortheir one word 2021 to appear, perhaps this gallery walk has presented you with some fine choices (see highlighted words).
Previous editions of the Abundant Autumn Gallery:
Today is the Poetry Friday: Happy New Year hosted by my poet-teacher friend from Haiti, Ruth Hersey. She shares more poetic goodness at her blog site. Please click here.