by Theresa | Jun 10, 2016 | Reverie
Definitely a play on words and creatures! An old expression that can sometimes still be heard describing Nascar drivers or baseball players (like a batter with three balls and no strikes on him). “The catbird seat” is an American English idiomatic...
by Theresa | Jun 10, 2016 | Moments
Hope… It is easy to lose, and sometimes very hard to find. The eyes will always show it. Our eyes reflect our history. The souvenirs we have collected on our life’s journey are written in our miraculous eyes. They speak of how we have been to the raw,...
by Theresa | Apr 29, 2016 | Blog
I once longed for… A refuge for the heart sore. A reclusive, private retreat from the ache of keeping your chin up when life is hard. I imagined… A mythical tree, one worthy of legend and half-remembered tales, all but forgotten now, except by just a...
by Theresa | Apr 29, 2016 | Reverie
The gnarled tree has stood sentinel for generations, deep in the outer reaches of the Forest of Sorrows. It lives, never growing green, yet never dying or rotting away, next to a chill, bottomless, crystal pool of water salted by tears. The Grieving Tree can somehow...
by Theresa | Mar 31, 2016 | Blog
Hello! It’s been a awhile… After a hiatus of a few years, I’ve returned to dust off this blog and share some more scattered thoughts, special memories, and random insights into life and art. I’ve continued to write and paint often during my...
