Marina Kanavaki – As Above So Below

“This series of watercolors is inspired by the Oneness of “As Above So Below”. Trees, Duality Trees, Inverted Trees reflections, dreamscapes, paths, in search of their fulfillment.” Marina Kanavaki I  am delighted to welcome the Year 2020 with Marina Kanavaki, a dear blogger friend.   Over the years, Marina has inspired me to view art and…

Sunday Evening Reflection – Waiting

“Nature looks dead in winter because her life is gathered into her heart. She withers the plant down to the root that she may grow it up again fairer and stronger. She calls her family together within her inmost home to prepare them for being scattered abroad upon the face of the earth.” Hugh Macmillan,…

Sunday Evening Reflection – Reconciliation

  “The overall purpose of human communication is – or should be – reconciliation. It should ultimately serve to lower or remove the walls of misunderstanding which unduly separate us human beings, one from another.” M. Scott Peck International Centre for Reconciliation, Coventry, UK   As the Year 2019 makes way for the Year 2020…

Sunday Evening Reflection with Christina Rossetti

  “Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.”  Christina Rossetti Every Christmas, I listen to poignant Christmas carol, In the Bleak Mid-Winter, which embraces the poetry of Christina Rossetti.  She entitled her poem, “A Christmas Carol.” Christina weaves the story of the humble birth in a stable into a call to action to “do…

Sunday Evening Reflection in Emily’s Garden

“I think that one’s art is a growth inside one. I do not think one can explain growth. It is silent and subtle. One does not keep digging up a plant to see how it grows.”  Emily Carr Welcome to Sunday Evening Reflection.  I invite you to join me in a walk through Emily Carr’s…

Sunday Reflection with Jean-Jacques Fournier

Welcome to Sunday Evening Reflection. I invite you to join me on a quiet walk along the Breakwater District, Victoria, British Columbia. The Poetry of Jean-Jacques Fournier accompanies my thoughts as I look out at the distant horizon.     “ Singlehood ” – rather in between – I contemplate The solitude Of single life, And…