Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
The Yearling, Cross Creek, and most of the writings of Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings have always been a great favorite of mine. The simple people who become her characters have always fascinated me. You can see her influence has almost written this story.
Know that there really is a Dismal Creek in Florida. As you see, it is a place that stimulates the imagination.
Friday, April 12, 2013
This is a writing for young children-an introduction to Payne Hollow. Each text is for one page and one illustration. Something I plan to do. I plan a combination of calligraphy, painting, sewing, and use of a vintage printing set. I also like the idea of an altered book; modern illumination.
birds stayed too.
trees harvested allowed others to grow strong.
available, including wild foods.
on the river was a gift.
woods. Success was found in common hours.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
When we took a trip around Lake Michigan not many years ago, we kept an eye open for the small lakes Anna's family enjoyed. The following essay came out of our finding the dunes of the Sleeping Bear Dunes Nation Lakeshore. 'The Legend of Sleeping Bear', by Kathy-jo Wargin is a beautiful and touching telling of the story. I highly recommend it, as it will enhance your understanding of my wonderful experience.
Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore
Finally I've come to a low spot in the road where I might make it to the beach, and it's opening out to a small parking-lot within view of the water. Earlier along this scenic drive I stopped at a lookout point and stood there with my feet solidly planted into fine white sand...but the rest of me reeled with surprise. I wasn't expecting to see such sweeping views from a dune, but this was a mountain of sand so immense that gulls flew below me, skimming the rippling sapphire of the lake. And the wind! The wind tugged and buffeted at me so that my spirit soared with the gulls and I felt that I too should by flying.
There is a story about this beach I stand on, and about the two islands I can see from here. Many moons ago a mother bear encouraged her two cubs to swim after her to escape from a fast moving forest fire. Across the great lake, all night, the mother bear swam, calling her cubs after her. When the exhausted mother bear made it to shore, she waited, but sadly the cubs were lost. Ojibwa legend explains the two islands off shore rose in memorial to the cubs. As the wind blew, the mother bear continued her vigil until until her own life drained away on the beach. It is said a small unmarked dune remains in her final resting place.
Now I scan the horizon in search of a bearlike mound. I am conscious of the shared experience of dedication, loss and hope, so my energy surges.
Kicking off my shoes feels so free and good that I pick up pace, enjoying every sinking strenuous step in the soft cool sand. This I can do. Sand blows in my face, but it can't stop me now. I see her! A small eroded dune covered in fur-like grass, but strangely surrounded by bare, clean sand. I circle around to the other side where no human can see me. Waves pound along with my heart as I throw my arms wide open and allow myself to fall into the full round of the hill.
Sunny childhood days spent on the shores of this beautiful lake are still with me. It's been a long time since I've played in the sand, and today I am content to be hugging a sleeping bear.
*Above: The young Anna on a Michigan dune. Photo courtesy of George Bartnick
*Nancy and Judy play on the shores of Lake Michigan.
Monday, March 18, 2013
(This photo is taken of Juliette de Bairacli Levy in approximately the year 2000.-The above writing about her was published in Union County Writers Group Anthology of Poetry and Prose, 2007.)