Endings and New Beginnings

Goodbye“We elderwomen have each walked the earth for at least six decades and have a measure of contentment in our worn paths and comfortable shoes. We are less concerned about growing old gracefully and more concerned about growing old consciously. The images we capture with our cameras and the words these images evoke help us to live in our world more mindfully. We delight in sharing our awareness with one another and are grateful for the insights and appreciations that emerge through this communal effort.”

These are the words with which Musings began almost four years ago and are appropriate words with which to conclude our sojourn together. Certainly there is some sadness I feel that the postings of my elderwomen friends will not be there to greet me with my morning coffee. But there is far more gladness and gratitude in my heart for the words and images we have shared over the years, for the encouraging responses to one another’s experiences, and for the companionship of those who have joined us on this journey. I know myself better, my love for the wild world has deepened, and my understanding of community is much richer. Thank you, my friends, and may that which has brought us together always be within our reach.

Kathleen Martin on June 28th, 2014 | File Under Kathleen Martin | 5 Comments -

Making Memories

coffee by the ocean


A good cup of coffee. Ocean view and sounds of surf in the background. Miles and miles of beach. Grandkids not yet awake but promising another day of memory making. Does it get better than this?

Kathleen Martin on June 16th, 2014 | File Under Kathleen Martin | 4 Comments -

The Big-Mouthed Lady

Cob Oven FireThis is a cob oven appropriately named Big-Mouthed Lady. I helped build her with eight other women. This was one of those adventures I signed up for, paid my money, and then when the time came, wondered whatever provoked me to do such a thing. I needed to learn how to build a cob oven like I needed a hole in my head. But I’m not one to renege on a commitment.

And it’s a good thing. I met a group of hard-working women who shared my appreciation of art and love of Earth. I was reminded that fresh bread and a glass of wine taste best after a day’s hard work. I felt the renewal of energy that comes from combining talents into a communal effort. I heard and spoke words of encouragement that extended beyond the limits of the clay we molded. I may even want to build myself a cob oven one day. I definitely needed that hole in my head.

Kathleen Martin on June 8th, 2014 | File Under Kathleen Martin | 5 Comments -