Passions of an Odd Chick

Monday, April 16, 2012

ART? Cheap? NO. A priceless therapy.

Drawing and manipulating your own art can be so therapeutic. Drawing is so calming, and then painting your drawing brings out the icing of deliciousness. And when my mind is too tired to play but will not cease from exploration, I manipulate it and channel Van Gogh with photo/art apps on my IPAD later in the evening.

Then I dream of art. ART is not cheap therapy. It is priceless therapy.
AutoPainter HD

You may be moody and blue and then the next page, you can draw a spring bunny.
First page in my new art journal. I'm now on #11

AutoPainter HD

Picnik (soon to be extinct) and I blew this up to 36 X 42 and pixels held true at Office Max and framed it in white metal
Or take a neices' dear photograph and make it into artwork for her Dad (my brother). 
It made a nice house-warming gift.

 I don't know what I was feeling when I painted this onery bird and a sweet dog?
and added BRAVE words. I know many people struggling with hard things right now.

IN my own little art world:
things can change in an instant.
Change can be good. Change can expand my boundaries.
I free things from my own limitations.
I go high, low, under or over or all around.
I am an explorer.
I am completely free to fly or free-fall.

It is a good place...always.
go play, you'll see.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Faith questions...

Dante's statue in Florence, Italy
Have you ever had a feeling of foreboding? Like something was coming?
I did. It was like a Spirit or an inner voice preparing me. I knew I wasn't suppose to worry about it, or plan for it, or save up for a rainy day. The Voice just told me it was coming, to be grateful for this good day but be prepared, not scared.
Now is this just too weird to share? But how can we collectively know if others don't have this experience if we never share it?

October, my son had a bleeding ulcer and quit breathing during the procedure to repair it. He's okay now.
November, my husband had a bleeding esophagus and got dangerously close to death through blood loss, and reactions to the anethesia. He's better than okay now.
February, my father had a massive stroke. He is slowly recovering. He will be in rehab for many months but he is making progress.
I have 3 best friends whose husbands have life-threatening diseases and they are struggling through the hardest of times right now. Another very dear friend lost her mother last month.
Many things are happening  but I am still certain that the same Awesome One who prepared me- cares for me. Cares for those I love. Holds me up, comforts me so that I can comfort others.

My faith tells me it was Him that spoke to me.My lack of faith questions how and why, or if it is just human intuition, or that the shoe eventually drops in everyones' life. Or that seasons change. 
Or all of the above?
I know He's big enough take my questions. Handle my insecurity and lack of faith.
But if, IF, what He does for me is as real as it feels, HE deserves so much more from me.

You don't have a soul.
You are a Soul.
You have a body.
    -c.s. Lewis