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Hi I'm Laura Hickman. Writer, sewist, baker, fairytalemaker. When I'm not writing a delicious fantasy with my husband Tracy Hickman, I'm up to my elbows creating with yarn, frosting, cloth, or paint. I love playing with my grandkids, outdoor photography & travel. Join me at http:// bakingoutsidethebox.com as I share my creations including my Baking Outside the Box mix method for all sorts of fabulous desserts. Invictus by William Ernest Henley, is my favorite poem. Especially the final stanza: It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Auld Lang Syne ~ Old Long Since

With the turn of the calendar, I find myself pondering the dual nature of a new year. Standing in the very heart of eternity, I look both forward and back and long for perfection.

I dream of spring in deep winter. I wish for warm earth under my hands, sand on my feet, flowers in bloom and that which eludes winter but all the other seasons possess; rainbows. I love to photograph rainbows or at least make the attempt. I found a couple of them lurking shyly in my home on New Year's day and I include them with a few sun-kissed moments from the past year.

I saw a flight of snow geese this evening and thought how New Year is a time to greet and embrace what is to come and to stretch my wings and glide a little higher and faster than before. It is also a time to look with an inward eye and mend mistakes and heal. And with that thought, I include my poem 'Road to Damascus'.

May your winter fireside be lustrous, your dreams be wondrous and your goals be met.


Next to the front door




Garage floor as canvas


Albion meadow is a blissful place in July. It was introduced by dear friends. I then in turn took other friends and family for a number of jaunts 'up the canyon'. Camera in hand, of course.

The picture above is the bud form of the flower in bloom below. It's called a Sugarbowl or Hairy Clematis. I think they look like wigs for fairies.


My favorite flower: White Columbine


This flower was both alluring and alarming. A siren demanding to be photographed. What is it? Write me with your guesses! Taken at Key West, Fla.


I love it when every imaginable shade of blue is within reach. Castaway Cay.


Thanks Lani, for this one. TJ's Birthday, Castaway Cay


Higher, faster! Lake Powell, July.


Cookiejar at sunset. July, Lake Powell, UT/AZ


Sunset through the rain at Oquirrh Mountain Temple, Sept.


Road to Damascus

Saul traveled the road to Damascus
On him Christ’s light fell ‘round
And in his silence and his prayers
A mighty faith was found

We too, Lord, travel upon the road
Mistakes made on the way
We kick against the pricks in vain
Forgiveness grant, we pray

Oh let the scales fall from our eyes
That we may truly see
And do what e’er thy will for us
And be a friend to thee


-Laura

1 comment:

  1. Thank you so much for these little views of what may and probably will come again. And isn't that the way we LDS live? hanging on to the rod is not limited to making our way through temptation - sometimes it just means holding on through the dark periods, and putting hand over hand because we hope, we hope with all of our energy, that the dark has an edge, and this rod will lead us there, and these hands, pulling, will haul us across into the light and air. I'm a little bit there, today. Holding on. Okay - laughing - my security word was pitypi

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