In~vol~untary evacuation can lead to marvelous e~vol~utionary processes. For instance, last week we were forced to cancel our dream vacation (again) to Costa Rica, land of volcanoes and Pura Vida. Since we don’t have relatives living in brick homes elsewhere … Continue reading No Volcanoes Here/#SoCS/#Atlanta
Welcome to the Atlanta BeltLine, a place of wonder, exhilaration, peace, harmony and stimulating inspiration. Not the least of these are the tiny doors you can find if you just look closely…. Continue reading Tiny Doors/#ThursdayDoors/#Atlanta
When you behold the immense beauty of this Earth, what do you see? Color, Texture? Shadow, Light? Turquoise sky, moonlit night? Do you ever wonder what makes up the beauty, what treasures lie beneath the shining surface? … Continue reading Beneath the Beauty/#photography
I had a different idea for my next Random post, but then we stumbled across this sand art. It was too awesome not to showcase instead! As if this ancient looking fort wasn’t magnificent enough…. We next stumbled across … Continue reading Random 13/Art Freestyle
And the Goddess within is the Mermaid in the Moon!
I call it Moonbeams and Moondreams.
From your little moondreamer. 😉
Copyright CherylKP 2017 Continue reading Moonbeams and Moondreams/Art
Hello friends and followers, It has been a bit of off and on for me and writing as my work seems to be sucking most of my brain these days. And then there are the holidays. I swear I don’t … Continue reading On Bowling, Jesus and Rod Serling…
Death of the Buffalo This piece was done so many years ago, as I began my journey inward, searching for the source of my great sorrow. So many things I learned, so many I wish I didn’t know but have … Continue reading Death of the Buffalo/Art
…With every turn
the truth revealed,
like layers of
an onion peel. Continue reading Kaleidoscope
She pulled back the edge of the fur blanket to peer into its scrunched up face. It was a lovely little creature, with dark hair and creamy white skin but for the teeth marks embedded in the back of its neck. How it wailed Continue reading Its Done/Forever Never
Exhausted and afraid, Amhain turned in frustration from the animal, pulled his knees to his chest tightly, and would have sat in that mud hole of anger and self pity until the rain washed him away; for his hope was dying along with his Mother’s world. Continue reading Never Alone/Forever Never