Sunday, December 28, 2008
Still drawing in my journal. I will always love faces best I think. Don't ask me why she has brown spots on her chin...it was to be a dimple and her eyes would not be crooked in a my perfect art world, but I haven't made it to that place.
I am working on my goals and updating my mission statement for 2009. Something I've learned is that everyone has a mission statement, some just haven't written it down yet. But we all are living out a statement about what our life's priorities are, what our legacy will be whether we define it in words or not.
I attended the funeral of a close friend's mother today. I did not know her mother. But as I learned of her, I was reminded by the things that were said about her life that -it was her attitude about life, her love for people, her zest and vibrancy and humor that were remembered. Nobody mentioned what kind of clothes she wore, or car she drove, whether she was good-looking or how much money she made. I'm reminded: it really is the little things, the daily acts of love, of good attitudes and gratefulness and encouragement, and a sense of humor and zest for life that make the big motion picture of our lives so memorable to others - that leave a legacy.
This funeral was one of those divine appointments that will help me further define my goals and mission statement. I'd love it if you would take the time to comment about your own.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
This is a quick and shaky little sketch done in a rough diesel pick-up on the way to visit family over the holidays. William -Adolphe Bouguereau did it first in 1889 and called it "Whisperings of Love".
It is in my journal because it symbolizes to me what I feel as I reflect over 2008. It was a very blessed year. There were some close calls - like when my Mom went to the emergency room because she thought she was having a stroke but they found it was only a reaction to a nausea medicine she had been prescribed -a Benedril tablet cured her. Like when my son skid off the road in Colorado after hitting a icy patch and went over the edge and down to the bottom of a ravine and crawled out uninjured - and after his car was towed, he drove it off the lot! How many other disasters were averted - I'll never know. It is not because I'm good or deserve an enchanted year -thank goodness we don't get what we deserve - but this year was one of those years that most everything went right and good and lovely and it deserves to be remembered and memorialized in my journal. It was a year of great wealth. What is the secret to wealth? I've learned if your not grateful, your not rich. I have felt the abundance this year. I hope the new year brings abundance to you and that the boundary lines for you fall in very pleasant places.
Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake. Thoreau
Friday, December 19, 2008
I went down into the valley and went to the market and carried it with me under my robe."
Some of our most treasured gifts are memories of places and people that touch us to our very core. And once we take time to bring them forward into the open spaces of quiet reflection where we examine them with the precision of a jeweler, we find something exquisite in the treasure that may have been hidden upon previous inspections.
And once again, the gift is re-opened and re-gifted to our very own soul as if we had never seen it -magnified now with a thousand joyous memories with brilliant facets going in every direction, like a handful of diamonds scattered out on black velvet.
May you find those gifts deep in your soul for this season.
You can leave Africa but it never leaves you. -
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
This is my Aunt Freda (in red) and my mom. Aunt Freda is like the fairy god-mother. For every year of my life and for every single relative alive and born in her family, including in-laws - we all receive a handmade birthday card. And when you are 18 or under, you received money in it. She has never forgotten a single person or a single birthday and she is famous for her thoughtfulness and remembrance of all of us for all of these years. It was a pleasure to see her and to see how well she is as she is learning to adjust in a beautiful assisted living home.
All of us want to grow up and be more like Aunt Freda and Aunt Petey and Uncle James. In our family, they deserve to be knighted or crowned or given sainthood.
Do you have an unusually thoughtful relative of whom you would share a comment with me?
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
I went and got him (my youngest grandson) last Monday. His mother joined us Thursday night. He has not stopped singing, talking or giggling at me/with me as "Papa Greg" and I play tag team.. He is thankful when you hand him a cup of water, wipe his butt, or butter his biscuits for breakfast. He wakes us up saying: ""wake bup- its tumurtime- the tun is tignin". He still thinks the world is a friendly, happy place with new possibilities everyday and that everyone is good and wonderful and his new best friend. He says he wants to be a lawn mower man when he grows up. But I think he should be a politician. He can talk you into anything - he even had Papa Greg jumping on the bed with him. That's when I knew he could rule the world. He sure rocks ours!!!
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
I'd like to introduce you to someone so interesting. This is Bob Jones from the UK. (I apologize for the bad photography.) He has ridden two horses from Canada, through the Dakota states, Nebraska, Colorado, Oklahoma, Texas, and New Mexico and will end in El Paso, Texas. He came through Roswell, and then Dexter and landed in Hagerman (he had ridden 17 miles that day) to stay the night in our part of New Mexico about 2 days ago. Many of our friends gave him shelter, hay, and took him out to eat for great New Mexican hospitality.
His wife is keeping a wonderful blog of his adventures and stop-overs.
I visited with him about the beautiful weather he must have experienced in the last week through New Mexico and he said in his beautiful British accent, "that it was nice, but a bit hot for him". (our weather has been in the 70s and very dry) He did say that he loved the cool mornings.
He was a little sunburned (he's very fair) and little weather-worn but congenial and appreciative for all that people have done for him as he's made his way. His horses are getting tired but still healthy, and he hopes to sell them at the end of the trail in El Paso.
For those who love great adventures- you'll love visiting his blog.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
I've never been one to enjoy drawing or painting landscapes but this was a drawing I had to finish that I started when we visited Lost Valley Ranch when I went to see my son. I'm still marinating in the memories of that place and the wonderful time we had there.
Things are slowing down at the farm and Greg and I are both beginning to discuss our winter projects. He'll work in his shop and I'll create in my kitchen. It's always a peaceful, more relaxed, very creative time for the both of us and I'm looking forward to it and the holidays and time with family.
I have been so inspired and grateful for all the positive things I've seen with the results of the election. Admittedly, I didn't vote for Obama. I was concerned that he was all talk and just a man of promises with nothing in his background to prove his integrity. But seeing the hope and gratefulness of African Amercian people and seeing the hope of the whole world really of what America can do - well, it's given me renewed peace that God can use this man to improve the lives of many Americans. He now has my complete respect and loyalty and prayers as the man God put in power. My trust is still in a higher government that sets all rulers in place for whatever purposes He deems necessary. I stand in complete faith that He knows exactly what He is doing.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
For those who consider themselves non-artist, I wish everyone could study a loved one like they were going to draw or paint them. I think you really see things about that person you might have missed in casual glances. It's amazing what the right brain will reveal. Everyone who has their whole brain intact can draw. It's not a gift - it's a learned ability - that adds incredible dimension to your life. Just try sitting down and drawing someone or something you love. Take your time. If you let go of what you need to see on paper to drawing what you intently see - with no judgment, I promise you that you will be incredibly astounded.... the act of truly seeing a thing from your right brain is the gift (not the talent) after all. But... you'll never know until you try.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
I've been to Colorado to see my son. He works on a resort ranch called Lost Valley Ranch. It was a wonderful visit with him, and a refreshing and restorative time for my soul and great couple time with Greg.
Tucker is happier and more peaceful than I've ever seen him and it did my heart good to see him in his home turf - healthy physically, mentally, and spiritually.
We ate healthy food cooked by a 4 star chef, and rode horseback and hiked everyday. The place has no televisions and no one has cell service. It is rated a 4 diamond resort and the staff take excellent care of you. I highly recommend it.
And the scenery of Colorado never fails to take your breath away. We took a slow drive home on the scenic routes. This was Phantom Canyon, a place between Cripple Creek and Florence, Colorado.
Sometime, I feel like my heart will burst because God's blessings overwhelm me on a daily basis. But on my walk early this morning back on my own home stretch (working the saddle sore out), I let the tears flow as I closed my eyes for seconds and I expressed my gratitude and through my teary vision, I saw the most brilliant sunrise up ahead. I decided then that I won't dim the brilliance of this time in my life any longer, either guilty that others are struggling, or fearful that one giant disaster is waiting around the corner. Nope, I told the Lord this morning that I will open the blinds and let His blessings fall full down upon me and bask in the glow of this blessed time in my life. I know I can't always remain on the mountain tops like I saw in Colorado this last week, but I can embrace the full journey, especially the one today. I have nothing to fear in my tomorrows, if He chooses to give me life again. It is all good because He is good.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
"The Day of the Dead celebrations in Mexico can be traced back to the indigenous peoples such as the Olmec, Zapotec, Mixtec, Mexican, Aztec, Maya, P'urhépecha, and Totonac. Rituals celebrating the deaths of ancestors have been observed by these civilizations perhaps for as long as 2500–3000 years. In the pre-Hispanic era, it was common to keep skulls as trophies and display them during the rituals to symbolize death and rebirth.
The festival that became the modern Day of the Dead fell in the ninth month of the Aztec calendar, about the beginning of August, and was celebrated for an entire month. The festivities were dedicated to the goddess Mictecacihuatl, known as the "Lady of the Dead," corresponding to the modern Catrina." ( thanks Wiklipedia)(see the watercolor sketch i did yesterday, painted from a picture of Catrinas on Wiklipedia)
Many people who actually celebrate this holiday believe that the souls of the dead will have better opportunity to visit the living. So they go to the cemeteries and make altars, take flowers, toys to dead children and talk to and about the dead. It can take a humorous tone as people relate funny stories about their dead relatives.
I know, I know, it sounds very pagan- but think about it. It's just about doing something that all who have lost a loved one wish for - One more day. It's just a people that act out their secret longing to see and talk and remember those that have passed into the other realm. It's my belief that the dead are not coming back until they are called by Someone who owns the dead. And then those of us who lay in cemeteries will have the wildest awakening you can imagine. And the cemeteries will look like Grand Central Station.
But until then, live until you die. And then, my prayer is that you live again.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
A couple of odd chicks for sure.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
ps. can anyone tell me what I do now, or once i'm really finished. do you seal oil paintings? it's taking forever to dry..... Oh, and please, if you have any suggestions for improvement- you know me - i'm hungry for them good or bad. i only have 8 primary colors and some liquin and some natural turpentine. what else could be helpful?
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
We panned for gold in the streams, and awed at the gold in the trees. We hiked and sat, and cuddled and laughed and talked without cell phones, tvs, ipods, computers and real-life drama. It was rather idyllic, thoreau-ish....... And we didn't even kill a deer . But the sweetest thing of all, after 3 days of this, he drew me in close and said, "I've had you to myself all this time, but I still haven't got enough of you." .... and I'm thinkin,... hmmm, my darling farmer..... we found our gold after all, and the hunt, well that was about finding us again .... and again.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Here's a cute ditty - I call it Einstein humor, by Ted Shoemaker
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
This is another favorite piece of poetry that reminds me to get off my duff. Title and author unknown.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
But it does beg the question: where in own lives do we lock our own grown selves up in comfort zones afraid to venture out to play just in case we ran into that bully named Fear of Failure?
Friday, October 10, 2008
Today is our 10th anniversary.
I know you can say anything you want to on a blog but the honest truth is that I got a prince of man and I have lived a happily-ever-after-life for the last 10 years.
You almost have to know my history before I met Greg. I married way too young to a man I really didn't know and struggled in a sad, lost marriage for 19 years because I believe in the covenant of marriage. But this man had 4 affairs in that time period, and at some point, I realized that I wasn't doing God, myself, him, or my children any favor by martyring my life in a dead-end marriage. I had learned the hard way that marriage wasn't for sissies and I was like a battered, skittish mare by the time I met Greg. But Greg's kind of love was deep and mature loyal and gentle and it eventually won my heart and I have never regretted it for a day - to this day. Maybe I would have taken this kind of love for granted had it come first. Or somehow believed that I did it. But, I know that God gave me Greg as a precious gift and I know that He gives and takes away and I take nothing for granted, but I am blessed beyond measure in a love that most people only dream about. Thank you Greg for loving me, supporting me, encouraging me and for making my little girl's dreams of happily ever after come true. And thank you - God.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
I rewarded myself with this beautiful hand-carved moleskin from Modofly when I finished my first art journal. Now 3 months later, I am finished with my second. I get really attached to these little journals as they hold my handiwork and writings that have come from my heart and, like an old familiar friend, it's hard to let go. But, just like a friend, it can always be revisited. And progress must be made.
Monday, October 6, 2008
I received this blog award from Anetka at "Progress Not Perfection". Thank you Anetka, I am honored that I would be on your list because you have many, many artist that visit your blog for inspiration.
Well, I've been having a good time as you can see. My Mom and Dad came to visit for a week and then we all went to Cloudcroft for 3 days. When we got back, my daughter and my grandsons came for the weekend. We all went to the pumpkin patch before they left and the boys chose their own pumpkins, plus one for every friend they could think of. We've had cloudy, cool fall weather but no freeze. If anyone has tips or web-sites for me to visit for painting or decorating pumpkins, please send my way. I have a car load that I would like to dress up, although they are beautiful in their natural state. I just need a little porch art. I'm painting today in between laundry and house maintenance. There's such a let-down after having all that excitement in my house that I'm doing something fun to ease back into my normal schedule.