A new idea , travel, textiles and wrting.
It’s just about inspiration.
A new idea , travel, textiles and wrting.
A new idea , travel, textiles and wrting.
Share your love, your joy, and the things you have learned on your journey
This will be somebody else’s courage.
Travel the world and feel every moment of the experience.
Love with passion, give freely, take with grace.
Speak honestly, walk with pride and learn constantly.
Once you have the tools, you can build the life you dream of.
You just can’t be too precious. I’ve been working on the Quilting of this quilt for days now. I don’t like it. So I put it aside and I will do another one. That’s the way it is.
We live 20 minutes from the beach. This was a photo I took last year at this time. I love my journey and a part of that is that 2017 has  gone and I look forward with great excitement to 2018. Sure there have been ups and downs… some have been almost…
Hop onto a plane in Houston and travel 24 hours, change the time zone to go backwards and you’re in Delhi, India  at a very unusual time of the morning. (2.00 am) but with a gathering of spirits in  immigration, lines and lines of tired people from all walks of life, you finally do…
It appears  that the year has moved at a faster pace this year than any previous year. Of course that’s nonsense, but it’s the way I perceive it. It’s not my age, nor my mental capabilities it’s the experiences and adventures that have moved so swiftly, one blending into another creating a seamless flow. I’m…
I’ve been blogging for 15 years now. I decided to put my writings into a book form, and its grown and grown. I decided to add it to the blog format I write now. It begins in 2005 in Tasmania. Some of you will find yourselves as participants of the journey.
Every day brings forth a bit of a bonus in one way or another. I don’t think I have a day that is ordinary, there is always a spark of inventiveness or even a little creative crusading for the team. Who wouldn’t be flattered that your peers are interested in your art.
Capturing the essence. There’s a comfortable noise. More like a hum in fact. Every now and then I hear a portion of a conversation and it inevitably revolves around quilting. A child runs through the crowd and demands his Parents attention. The men attending seem to be in the grey hair group and I note…
Asilomar. There is a grey blue light outside and by the time I have gone through my emails and finished this post it will burst into orange. The miracle of the day. So I figure that when the day begins with such an event, the rest of the day almost can’t go wrong. Maybe it’s…