The Knowing

I sit and write with Christmas lights twinkling around me. The Christmas trees’ reflections in our picture window reach to the sky, giving the appearance of doubles on the embankment. All is still, so I listen and wait.  Tasks for today creep into mind. Hopes for tomorrow aren’t far behind. I love Christmas with its …

Welcome Christmas!

Let the holiday season begin! A time to decorate, celebrate, and play. Christmas is my favorite time of year! I enjoy getting out our decorations collected over the years. Every one of them reminds me of a memory I cherish. Many of our homemade decorations come from the years my sister and I had an …

Oh Holy Night

While bustling about, I look over at the wooden nativity my sister hand crafted… and I remember the greatest gift of all. He came to live among us so we might live forever, I ponder in the silence. “This is what it’s all about,” I sigh, as the meaning of Christmas washes me clean. Sure, I …

Salt Dough Sculpture

Salt dough sculpture is an enjoyable and easy-to-do craft for kids of all ages. I began sculpturing dough when I was but a wee one some 40 plus years ago. In fact, a former neighbor still has Christmas ornaments I made for her when I was a child. I taught my children to sculpt with dough, …

12 Tips for De-Stressing Christmas

Here are 12 tips for de-stressing Christmas collected from friends, family, and myself who feel like this little Santa holding a “Help Wanted” signHere are 12 tips for de-stressing Christmas collected from friends, family, and myself who feel like this little Santa holding a “Help Wanted” sign. They’re not in any particular order but just …

A Recipe for Creativity

The rumbling inside bubbles; a brook of new beginnings beckons. Creativity’s call to contemplate and create. Newness surges, rushes over obstacles I’ve allowed to stymie me, to close my art room door, when I’m on the wrong side. So I wrestle with all of my realities, I’m too busy…need to go to the gym…fix up the house …

The Magic of Christmas

The magic of Christmas is in the air, crisp pitter patter across crunchy snow captured in tiny white lights, sparkling messengers of hope peeking out of garlands and over tree branches. I sit and sigh, knowing, once again, why I adore this holiday so. Mysteriously, Christmas stirs the part of my soul that always stays …