Friday, May 30, 2014

Stunning Gettysburg College


Tuesday, February 18, 2014

The Moon

Friday, February 7, 2014

Happy Birthday, Baby Girl!

I see myself in you 
A reflection of temperament 
So alike
That we are often
A force so powerful
A thunderous roar
A storm
But so sweet
In its aftermath
Always love
Tender and light
A need to be embraced
Understood
And I do
Even in those 
Dark places
Of drama and angst
Because there will always be joy
Tremendous, spontaneous 
You are the gift of my heart, my soul
Though one was taken before you
I was not forsaken
You are my light
You are wishes come true
You are love
You are in the simplest form of all things
Life's hope

I cherish you!








Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Gettysburg Weekend 2013



I love the worm rail fences.  In the first photo, Gettysburg College is in the background.  My son is in his junior year majoring in Astrophysics.  My daughter is a senior in high school and will soon be college bound.  It is a glorious, albeit, bittersweet thing.  I treasure these days together.

Thursday, December 19, 2013

This brings me joy

 Little surprises outside my door, breathtaking sunsets, creativity, puppy love, and most especially my children. 










A time to keep and a time to cast away

As we have not yet found a better place, a place to call home, we have decided to let life play out, see where the universe will guide and carry us.  I have had this urgency to cast away, a need to make haste but rudderless, no set course.  With the Christmas season upon us, we find ourselves in a time to keep, and with that I have found peace. 

Perhaps in the Spring...

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

To Everything There Is A Season

I am stymied, without voice, uncertain as to what I want to say or how to say it.  I have become too old, afraid of wrong choices, afraid of changing, afraid of  lost time, afraid of a truncated future.  Dreams are only for the young. That joy, passion, fearlessness has somehow spilled from my cupped hands.  It seeps into the earth.  I am inert.  I call myself deliberate, born of a practical bent. but the truth is fear has clasped my heart, whispered failings in my ear. I am mired.

So I acknowledge this and lift one foot and then another, eyes closed, breath held, on and on until I am further along, a choice made in this golden season, this barely autumn of a life, foreign to me, unrecognizable.  I must learn to love this creature I have become, realize there is time, future, dreams remaining.  It is this that keeps me still, a dropped leaf on calm waters, peaceful, but without movement.  And it is much more...

This 1917 home remains my mother's home beneath all my frippery.  It was her heart, her dream, her future and my sisters and I were fortuitous growing and becoming in such an idyllic home.  All those blessed moments of childhood, the good and the sometimes difficult, still resonates, still is remembered with such fondness that it is hard to say goodbye, to close and lock the door.  My children have lived in this home as well.  They have found comfort and love here and I am glad of that, but perhaps selfishly, I want it to be a home of my dreams, my heart, my future, my life.  It is time...and I believe to everything there is a season.  

I wish for my mother's home to become someone's dream, someone's future.  Will it be you?  

For Sale:  The 1917 Home

Details and pictures to follow.