Joyful Puttering: Collecting•Creating•Connecting

On my way to Marita's birthday party last evening (which was fabulous, by the way) I stopped at an art show in downtown Portland. I don...

Subtitle: Superpowers The Peace of Wild things by Wendell Berry When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least ...

I look for an opportunity now and then to post this comic my son Sam sent me a while back. He knows me well. I declared today the eighth day...

A poem about hope...by David Gate And yet, hope still follows like a wagging tail we may circle to chase as if it can be caught it is our te...

This poem by Donna Ashworth came across my Instagram feed...it's just what I needed to hear on this busy....mostly out and about day.  I...

The morning shadows were an unexpected but welcome bonus of hanging the balls in the window. I've always appreciated the striped shadows...

Trudi posted this quote on her Facebook page....and it made me stop and think.   "Only when normal things are not normal anymore do we ...

Ida sent me this Mary Oliver poem.... and it's all that needed today. Mindful by Mary Oliver Every day I see or I hear  something that m...

Pay attention to the joy that will slither through the cracks and choose YOU during this Holiday Season!  I hope you all have a wonderful ...

Melodie found this lovely poem in a magazine...making it a true found object. I was so touched that she thought to send it to me.  It remind...

Roseanne sent me a link to this poem by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer that resonated with me all day.  Rosemary wrote it after reading another ...

Good things happen when you just show up  every day no matter what.  (That's what Paul just told me.) It was a beautiful morning for a w...

I was so moved by Amanda Gorman's poem "The Hill We Climb"  recited at today's Presidential inauguration that I listened t...

Some days it's more important than ever to pause and accept the invitation to watch the birds in the birdbath...and the ducks on the pon...

....to my mom. Today would have been my mom's 94th birthday. She died when I was 29 years old and was just one year older than I am ri...

David, one of our Hancock Church ministers posted this poem by Lynn Ungar which struck me as being especially thoughtful during these unusua...