Yesterday, flames destroyed the roof and spire of Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris, France. This modern-day tourist attraction and centuries old holy site was ablaze for hours. As news organizations broadcast the sight of the huge engulfing flames around the world, what started the blaze was a mystery. People assembled nearby were heard saying prayers and singing hymns and folk songs. I couldn’t imagine the loss the residents of Paris felt as they watched the flames rise. Nor could I imagine how they and millions of people around the world who revere Notre Dame Cathedral as a holy site felt as they watched, helpless to stop its destruction, especially during what many believe to be a holy week.
It’s A String Thing 285 And More…
I’ve been keeping up with the commitment I made to myself to participate in the weekly ‘It’s A String Thing’ challenge organized by Adele Bruno on her site Tickled To Tangle. However, I haven’t been sharing all my completed pieces here or on my Instagram page.
So, I thought I’d do a bit of housekeeping today Continue reading
Works In Progress
I’ve been using art – what I create and what I have the privilege of seeing incredibly talented people create – as a method of coping with my illness; and more specifically my chronic pain, for a few years now. However, in recent weeks, probably more like months, I’ve had difficulty completing the things I start creating. Whether it’s because I lose interest in what I start, the constant mental and physical fatigue I feel, or my inability to work through my pain, I seem to be building a collection of unfinished pages with countless works in progress.
My Small Surrenders 