The glorys of April fill every sense! The feel of the wind in my hair thrills me, and I'm not even outside - I'm in the house on a windows open day! After the immediate barrenness of Winter, Spring seems like a Dream! Everything wild and cultivated takes on color, texture, sound , and smells - - truly more than the senses can contain! Anywhere you go in the mountains the new green color is heading up the slopes. Flowers of every sort call to the bees to begin the ancient honey making journey. Look carefully at these peach blooms and you will see the 5 pointed star around the center. This is where the precious nectar is gathered; as we too can gather our inner resources from the Divine within.Friday, April 22, 2011
APRIL'S FLOWERS
The glorys of April fill every sense! The feel of the wind in my hair thrills me, and I'm not even outside - I'm in the house on a windows open day! After the immediate barrenness of Winter, Spring seems like a Dream! Everything wild and cultivated takes on color, texture, sound , and smells - - truly more than the senses can contain! Anywhere you go in the mountains the new green color is heading up the slopes. Flowers of every sort call to the bees to begin the ancient honey making journey. Look carefully at these peach blooms and you will see the 5 pointed star around the center. This is where the precious nectar is gathered; as we too can gather our inner resources from the Divine within.Thursday, March 24, 2011
THE VERY EDGE OF WINTER

Up above freezing at night and with many singing birds we approached and passed the Spring Equinox. Every year I'm so glad I get to experience this again. It was a bitter cold winter and many of the mountain old-timers are saying, "it's the coldest one they can ever remember." All I know for sure is: Spring seems grander every day, in contrast to the rigors of winter. I walk around my yard to see familiar flowers and plants emerging; and a few newcomers here & there. Sometimes things appear dead, even for years, only to mysteriously start to grow. These are the things I often love the best. You see, our lives often do imitate nature....................
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
FOLLOW YOUR HEART
Lov & Peace EveryBody > Juli
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
THE WOODS
It's been said that "revelation is Encounter's purest form."That's what I thought when I saw poison ivy vines draped with snow as they swirled up this tree. The same thing can be there for years.... so what does it take for us to gain a new viewpoint, to see that which we could not see before? If we pretend that snow represents purity, as in a clean slate, then it's presence on the landscape merely covers all items excepting the singular elements. The details of form and foliage, mental & visual clutter seamlessly blend into one crystalline state. When the world goes white this way, the One form- one Color is pure white, the color of light - which contains all colors. The paradox is: the One contains the All, just as the singular elements form the One.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
THE PRESENT SNOW

Wednesday, December 8, 2010
SEASON OF LIGHT

Monday, November 8, 2010
RUSSET GOLD

The other day I saw a flame touched mountain. It was a misty day when the sky veiled the land in shades of pale grey all the way through to dark blue greys. With fast moving clouds overhead the pale gold of the mountainsides could barely be seen through the veils of mist and cloud covered light. SUDDENLY, the clouds parted and the intense glowing light revealed a gold and red island of a mountain set in a bright green field within a whole sea of floating mists. The light was so strong and so pure in contrast to the rest of the land still in mist - it was like getting a glimpse of eternity for several long seconds before the wind shifted the whole array. And who can say it wasn't a glimpse of eternity when the light from above set those colors aflame???
The start of the Celtic New Year in ancient traditions signals the start of the dark days of Winter. Every day there is less daylight while the cold gathers forces on the land. Ice, snow and water alter the land and wash away the old and worn to make way for the new life to follow.
This year;s Fall Festival Banner celebrates Brasstown Creek, which runs through the heart of Brasstown. NC. Ageless and always changing , the creek brings life to the land and to many creatures in it's path. A line resist painting shows the high point of Fall with the sky reflected in smoothly flowing waters. Discharge dye, applique and hand stitched areas complete this years offering which could not have been done without the invaluable sewing assistance of Aunt Rhetta. 2 geese flying homeward symbolize the completion of the cycle and new beginnings ahead.
