“I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.” -DH Lawrence
Home is where the heart is . . .
In The Morning
Musing thoughts on the Covid-19 lockdown & the state of society.
One Who Waits
My true name is Penelope – meaning “one who waits; weaver and unweaver”
War & Peace: A Travelogue
Road-tripped down the Oregon Coast, through several charming seaside towns. Tidy, old, weatherbeaten Cannon Beach. Unpretentious Manzanita. Their beaches stretched out on soft, light gold sand as waves came long and rolling.