Colors of fall: orange, yellow, scarlet and … Pink. Yes, pink. Here in Cali, we still have some lovely blushing flowers to admire, like this Begonia. Once Jack Frost breathes over my garden, this little beauty will be a goner. So, I will admire its delicate nature now. This sweet Dianthus adds cheer to the...
After working in Chico for the morning, we drove the backroads,wandering our way through rice paddies, walnut orchards, tomato fields and seemingly forgotten about towns, on our way to Point Reyes — a romantic getaway for hubby and me. I knit while hubby drove. Remember the yarn catastrophe? We pulled into Nicasio in the late...
Phyllo pastry stuffed with spinach and cheese dances on my tastebuds. Wine washes it down. Hummingbird song and wing flutter fills my ears. Citrus flower fragrance wafts through the sixty-seven degree spring air and into my nostrils. I am content. Yet, somehow, my brain doesn’t want to shut off like I wish it would. I...
My husband and I were blessed with the rare treat of complete relaxation this past weekend. We spent our days holding hands, meandering up and down the quaint streets of Nevada City and strolling through lush gardens gloriously blooming with tulips. At night we browsed art galleries and ate fresh, local cuisine that, even thinking...
We’ve all been there. A door in our life begins to close. In a desperate attempt to hold tightly to what is familiar, we cram excuses like a door stop into the sliver of open space, struggling to keep the door open. I will not stand staring at the closing door. I will turn my...
Recommendation for a brighter day: Stop what you are doing. Walk outside and pick a flower. Give it to yourself as a gift. Float it in a bowl of water. Look at it thoughtfully. Admire its complexity. Let yourself get lost in its beauty if only for a moment. Breathe. Happy Tuesday! Amber GalushaAlways exploring, creating...
Today, as I sat staring out the window at the snow-white plum blossoms that had managed to hold their own during the fierce morning winds, I thought about my friends and their current struggles — about their life layers. I remembered a piece I had written almost a year ago while dealing with my own...
Dear Colorado, I miss you already. A week with you is just not enough time. With every visit, I am drawn closer by your quiet beauty and pure energy. Your landscape of green and gold soothes my soul. Your clear blue sky freshens and lifts my spirit. The creative, mindful people who call you home...
Eighty degrees and pleasant, the weather shows signs of fall. Walkers, bikers and runners are drawn out of their apartments and small craftsman cottages to explore the bustling city streets. They travel under a deep blue sky from boutique to cafe, from gallery to bike shop, all housed in eco-friendly structures. Sandwiched between these hard-lined...
When I was eight years old, I asked my mom for a pottery wheel. After much begging and pleading, she bought the wheel and I set up shop in the small dusty room adjoining our garage. It was summer then and I had three school-free months to perfect my craft. I had visions of making...
