Water, water…where’s the bucket

The pondering will never end. I mull things over until they come to the surface and are ready to be shared in some verbal form. When I started writing this I had some seemingly brilliant connection between the Woman at the Well and the guy at the Pool of Siloam who needed help getting to … Continue reading Water, water…where’s the bucket

wherein I wish I had my first quilt

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QMV3X3sysxk I like it when I wake up and a song speaks to my heart or in this case speaks to the "should've" part of life. Should've done this, should've used that color, should've figured something else out, should've asked for help, should've been more respectful of the bias, should've whatever. Shoulda, woulda, coulda knock … Continue reading wherein I wish I had my first quilt