A three year old sits with a giant box of crayons and not enough paper. She gets her hands and face dirty with reckless abandon.
Last weekend within 200 yards of our house was a carnival, a marching band, a street car parade, and an Aztec ceremony of some sort in a church yard. For such a diminutive town Guanajuato can be quite a busy place! Continue reading »
“Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson
This piece is available now at the Perlow-Stevens Gallery in Columbia, MO. Please contact the gallery if you are interested in adding this piece to your collection.
Iona Handcrafted Books!
If you you know me very well at all, you know how much I love books – any kind of books, and writing, and books, and reading, and did I mention books! So when we met this latin dancing, music lovin’ bookbinder Mychal Mitchell twelve years ago, we became fast friends. Continue reading »
Small Business Saturday
As part of my “Buy Personal” series, and to celebrate small business Saturday, we want to introduce you to our friend, photographer Audrey Heller, and her wee people going about their small business. Continue reading »
As the countdown to Christmas officially begins, I have been thinking about what is important to Kyle and me and how we live that through this season. The holidays are the perfect time to celebrate what is the center of our life – to live creatively and to support others that do the same.
For the last couple of years, we have been able to successfully embody that in our gift giving by only giving things we or our friends have made. We try to take buying local one step further and “Buy Personal”. Continue reading »
I posted this letter last year but it is my annual tradition to read this letter first thing on Thanksgiving morning, and really once a year isn’t enough. So I hope you enjoy it once again!
It was written on Thanksgiving Day, 1945 by my Grandfather Rev. Dr. W.W. Jones to my Grandmother, Adena White Jones, while he was away in the army. They were newlyweds and they were expecting their first child – my father. I am thankful!
Thanksgiving Day, 1945
…All the reams of paper couldn’t contain the mercies that I’m thankful for today, for they pass my imagination in a never-ending parade. The rain of yesterday, the bright sunshine of today: the little ponds of ice I saw outside this morning, a shelter warm as toast: memories, rich and mellow, embroidered with hearty friendship and camaraderie; enemies – and the joy of being able not to hate them; cool water from a spring on a long, hot hike; good food that makes one comfortable inside; flitting glimpses out of the past that now seems so far away, so much apart of another world that one gives pause to think – could it be so and could that have been me?
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When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself. — Tecumseh
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I would like to spend the whole of my life traveling, if I could anywhere borrow another life to spend at home. – William Hazlitt
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