I've been preparing for the Art Crawl this weekend...
But I did have time to make a fun little video clip! Spring Sale on leggings ends April 30th...
Dream Weaver
Careful not to wake the Old Woman, Rose pulled out the cloth bag she’d hidden under her bed long ago. Inside the bag was the most beautiful silvery blue yarn that shone like the moon...
Read MoreA rose is a rose is a rose...
Rose Gets Lucky
“Up here,” said the voice, and Rose glanced up towards the light and entrance to the cave. There she saw a little man no bigger than a few inches tall. He had a long, pointy nose that stuck out from his green cape and hood. He looked like part of the earth and roots so Rose would not have seen him but for his madly waving arm.
“Oh, hello,” said Rose, “Who are you?”
Read MoreRose and the Old Woman
The Old Woman took Rose deep into the forest where there stood an enormous tree. Under the tree, beneath the roots, was a door to a long, deep tunnel. In they went and down, down, down, until they came to a small clearing on the earthen floor...
Read MoreInto the Forest...
It was a dark and stormy winter day. Rose and her father huddled by the fire, listening to the wind howl and branches “tap, tap, tap,” against the cottage windows.
Then came a louder “tap, tap, tap” at the door. Rose was frightened and begged her father not to open it. But the Woodsman, with heavy heart, opened the door and in came the Old Woman of the Forest looking even more ancient and dirty than before...
Read MoreThe Old Woman of the Forest
Just then there was a knock at the cottage door.
The Woodsman opened the door and an old woman entered. She was as ancient as the trees with her leathery skin, and stood just three feet tall. As she came in the room her dark, green cloak trailed bits of branches and tree roots behind her. She smelled of earth and moss and had a long dirty tail...
Read MoreThe Woodsman and His Wife
Once upon a time there was a Woodsman and his wife who lived in a tidy, little cottage in the woods. Surrounding the cottage were beautiful red, yellow and white roses that filled the air with their scent every summer.
But winters in the cottage were bleak and cold...
What do you love?
Every so often I make a "Love List". I write down everything I love... And it makes me realize how much I do love! And everything I'm grateful for...
So in honour of Valentine's Day, I'm writing out my Love List...
Read MoreI heard the Spring bird...
It's only January but the birds are singing...
And they're saying ~ ♫ Spring is on it's way ♬♪
It's time to plant seeds and begin a new Dream Journey...
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