Monday, September 28, 2009

Autumn is in the air today. The morning air was crisp and I feel inspired to get some work done for the shows I have coming up. Yea, Christmas...Santas and snowmen , angels and sparkle, sparkle, sparkle.
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Saturday, September 26, 2009




This is where I went today...I am having a hard time working when creation is calling me out to play.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Mothers day

a few years ago two of my adult children (Zach and  Windy) got together and sang this song to me for a mothers day surprise. I was so overcome that I couldn't speak.

IN MY LIFE     by THE BEATLES

There are places i'll remember



All my life though some have changed


Some forever not for better


Some have gone and some remain


All these places have their moments


With lovers and friends i still can recall


Some are dead and some are living


In my life i've loved them all






But of all these friends and lovers


There is no one compares with you


And these memories lose their meaning


When i think of love as something new


Though i know i'll never lose affection


For people and things that went before


I know i'll often stop and think about them


In my life i love you more






Though i know i'll never lose affection


For people and things that went before


I know i'll often stop and think about them


In my life i love you more


In my life i love you more



Thursday, September 24, 2009

Lock me in my Studio!

Related Words for : procrastinate


dilly-dally, dillydally, drag one's feet, drag one's heels, shillyshally

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

" What is REAL?" Asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes, said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once, like being wound up," said the Skin Horse. "you become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
"I suppose you are Real?" said the Rabbit, and then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.
"The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always."
THE VELVETEEN RABBIT
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Monday, September 21, 2009

Farewell to Summer




Autumn is my favorite time of year but I am feeling a bit sad about saying goodbye to Summer. It went so fast.  But it was glorious.





"I want to know how God created this world. I am not interested in this or that phenomenon, in the spectrum of this or that element. I want to know His thoughts; the rest are details."  Albert Einstein

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Michaels self portrait 2009
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Budding artist

This is Michaels early art ...around 9 years old.
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Happy 19th Birthday Michael. You brought joy to our family...now take it to the world
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Monday, September 14, 2009

Glacier National Park

PSALM 84
1 How lovely is your dwelling place,
O LORD Almighty!
2 My soul yearns, even faints,
for the courts of the LORD;
my heart and my flesh cry out
for the living God.
3 Even the sparrow has found a home,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
where she may have her young—
a place near your altar,
O LORD Almighty, my King and my God.
4 Blessed are those who dwell in your house;
they are ever praising you.
Selah
5 Blessed are those whose strength is in you,
who have set their hearts on pilgrimage.
6 As they pass through the Valley of Baca,
they make it a place of springs;
the autumn rains also cover it with pools.
7 They go from strength to strength,
till each appears before God in Zion.
8 Hear my prayer, O LORD God Almighty;
listen to me, O God of Jacob.
Selah
9 Look upon our shield, [c] O God;
look with favor on your anointed one.
10 Better is one day in your courts
than a thousand elsewhere;
I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God
than dwell in the tents of the wicked.
11 For the LORD God is a sun and shield;
the LORD bestows favor and honor;
no good thing does he withhold
from those whose walk is blameless.
12 O LORD Almighty,
blessed is the man who trusts in you

I spent the last two days up at Many Glacier in the most beautiful weather this side of Heaven.  I saw two of the largest blackbears I have ever seen in the wild.  One was standing on his hind feet eating berries...he was only about 20 feet from me...fortunately I was in my truck!  Whew.  These park bears don't seem to have the natural fear that bears I run into up by the wilderness have.  I am so glad I didn't run into these guys while hiking.  I also spent time working towards two artists and craftsmem shows I have coming up...Tune in next week to see what these turn into.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Soon You're Gone

Yesterday I had a house painting job which gave me hours of MIND time. Oh no! With Michael, my baby, gone away to college I find myself reflecting over the past 34 years of a noisy active home. His room echos. I remembered a poem I wrote as a young, very busy mom about 22 years ago. I searched through all the years of papers, kids art, (more tears) momentos and finally found this poem written about an experience I had with Aaron, my firstborn. He now has a beautiful wife and four sons.

mother?
spirals sweetly
down the dark staircase
GO TO SLEEP
fires back in reply

silence

GUILT

What do you want?
will you come talk with me

feet grudgingly
trudge up
each step reminding
dishes stacked
like counter skyscrapers
work to do
calling me

small arms reach
out from the darkness
pulling me
to the brush of a kiss

He carries my thoughts
over the mountains
and across the valleys
of his day

I drift
to a time
soon to come
when with strong arms
he'll pull another
to his heart
sharing greater dreams

lying in the darkness
eyes wander across
years of toys
lit by a narrow crack
of streetlight through curtain

love worn bear sits
gathering dust in the shadows
saying
You'll be next

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Monday, September 7, 2009

First Post


Supposing someones life is so boring that they actually want to read about mine. I'm starting this blog as a self inspiration. Hoping to motivate myself to be more disciplined with my creative life and my spiritual life. Always longing to know God, a yearning that never seems to diminish. Always longing to be making something but forever being pulled away be the responsibilities of life. Happiest in the wilds. Out there in the middle of Gods thought, manifest. So this is my first post.

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