Monday, September 29, 2008
The River of Life
As I gaze out from this ledge atop the escarpment to the mighty Niagara River below, I am humbled by its majestic presence and alluring history.
As the dark blue water flows North, having carved out the Falls and cascades through the gorge, amidst the shale, slate and limestone it is a window into life on earth.
Today in these troubled and trying times it is also a reflection of our versatility and ability to stay the course. The river demonstrates that no matter how difficult the landscape wrought before us we can carve through a path, endure the challenges and coexist.
We should also observe the opulence that lingers at each and every bend, soak it in and nurture it forever.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
A Woman Named Pandora
Pandora was the Greek Eve, the bringer of all sorrows for mankind.
Over the centuries she evolved and her sealed jar (a gift from the gods) became a box. Even her name mellowed meaning "all gifts"- the good as well as the bad.
She has been portrayed in movies and artists have painted or drawn their interpretation of Pandora a multitude of times.
Just this past weekend I discovered an engraving by Jean Gustave Jacquet of 'Pandora's Box'. Finding it most endearing I purchased it.
Sometimes I think I live in a Pandora's Box; every time I open a closet I never know what lies behind the door!
Sunday, September 14, 2008
A Change Of Wardrobe
Hanging on the wall at the head of my bed is a piece of architectural salvage. Once the top pediment from an antique armoire it has found new life. Fitted with old drawer pulls, it makes a perfect place from which to hang treasured children's dresses from the past.
As the seasons change so do the garments. Like a metamorphosis the white and cream angelic gowns are enhanced with darling girls' frocks from the late 1800's.
The earthy, brown, calico dress with its delicate gathers, perfectly placed piping and tiny crocheted trim on the sleeves and pockets is my favorite.
Though the colours have faded each and every stitch is hand- done. Dating from the 1870's its charm is still endearing. Dancing dresses above my head entice me into gentle slumber and sweet dreams.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Punkin' Patch Protector
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
The Ties That Bind...
The ties that bind us to childhood are endless.
They are captured in our hearts and live in our imaginations forever...
Come share them with me through Wealthy's Bonnet.
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