Rusty Leaves

Overnight, they fell, floating and curling their way through darkness, while I slept and spirits dozed, naked trees bent to the ground, the face of the earth covered its eyes, and the crickets came inside. * * * “Rusty Leaves,” from Dreams of a Wingless Child, by Mary O’Connor, Wheatmark Press, © 2007 Photo, Mary … More Rusty Leaves

The gift of fantasy has meant more to me than my talent for absorbing positive knowledge. – Albert Einstein

In a celebration of fantasy, imagination and artistic creation, the Florence Griswold Museum has transformed its grounds into a wee faerie village in the land of the Wizard of Oz and invited its visitors to open their minds to the world of day dreams. Visitors enjoy faerie-sized scenes from the Land of the Munchkins, through … More The gift of fantasy has meant more to me than my talent for absorbing positive knowledge. – Albert Einstein

Flight of the Monarch

He was named for rulers and kings, and drank the sweet nectar of the rose, but it was the way he floated and soared on those magnificent Renaissance wings— frescoes of orange and black—that never failed to give rise to the dreams of a wingless child. ******* “Flight of the Monarch” by Mary O’Connor from … More Flight of the Monarch

Ray of Sunshine

I came upon this ray of sunshine, skipping from sunrise to sunrise, refusing to set, to leave me alone. — from Dreams of a Wingless Child by Mary O’Connor © 2007. ********** Photo © 2013, Mary O’Connor

Everything begins with a story – Joseph Campbell

Karen Rancourt writes a bi-weekly advice column for the popular mommybites.com site devoted to parenting resources, support and education. Typically, she devotes her “Ask Dr. Gramma Karen” column to answering questions on how to improve relationships and appreciation between parents and grandparents. This week was a bit different. She chose to write about stories, and … More Everything begins with a story – Joseph Campbell

Finches’ Nest

Two finches build a nest of grasses, interwoven with the tiniest of white spring blossoms— soft grasses cradle delicate eggs, blossoms speak to the fragility of hope. *   *   * Finches’ Nest – photo and poem by Mary O’Connor © 2013