Clouds

Clouds cover the moving canopy
and stir the memory of restful times.
Of Sitting in trees and following bees
through the dark and lime green grasses.

Cool air songs rest upon the shoulders of thought
and send dreams running from their prisons.
Escaping the noise and restless voices
from troubled memories and painful lessons.

This is the place where the comforts of gray
turn the inward light in motion.
It soothes the moment and quiets the claw
that cuts through the morning's closure.

Suspension is bearing its weight on the room
while the spirits are unwittingly twirling
Among the blue hue the longing will end
while captured thoughts continue their yearning.

Weary and Dark Song

I already had my morning imagined. I was going to approach my minutes step-by-step. I wasn't going to invite my expectations to get too far ahead. I didn't want to get caught in the net of disappointment. I wasn't going to invite the hoodlum of doubt into my hour of bliss. When the walls of obligation squeeze and suffocate the breath of creativity, it is time for the sledgehammer.


I was able to get a better view of my intention by just using my voice. A request was made through my spirit to ask for an adjustment of working hours. What might seem to be a minor interruption can forcibly blast a path of self destruction and sabotage to end the course set for purpose and enlightenment. This selfish intrusion only defines the illusion of my limited equation. It is within my own power to wield the hammer and smash the shadow that bears down on my mental capacity. I'll slice through the lies that bind these tortured thoughts and hold me captive in a fixed and weary longing. My head, my shoulders and gut scream for the warm rays of healing. Hands only sought and found between the layers of vapor through the grainy mirage. I'll drag my weapon and leave a trail for you to find me.

Bite Me

Routine is an accident of preconceived self-discipline. Routine is the heart of mindless expectations. Routine is a dark and endless tunnel reaching only as far as the end of the room. Routine is our soul's prison and Eve's punishment for believing what she was told.

~k.guarino

Not Me

I'm saving the world,

unplugging

and taking a walk to get ready

for alot of running and screaming.

Care to join me?

ATC Workshop Forming

Here are a few ATC's I've been working on:

Spontaneous Art and Expression...click on each image for a closer gander if you so desire.

I'm going to be organizing an ATC workshop and eventually swap group at the new Candles, Creative Gifts and More shop. She's started allowing her vendors the opportunity to teach classes in their area of expertise. I decided to choose the trendy creative outlet found in designing Artist Trading Cards. I've got tons of paper and mixed media materials to do this with and I am eager to share an evening with those who wish to experiment and express their own love for collage and story telling. Further info with be announced soon. (As soon as I tell Luann!)

It's All There ~2009~

At the start of every year I always find myself contemplating a new course to follow. Writing down the changes I'd like to make within myself. Wanting to feel and think and be an instrument of love to the current and upcoming events and challenges. I can only hope for daily inspiration to appear and help keep me on track. I believe this desire dwells in everyone and it appears to be a highly marketable idea. Why, I only have to glance over at my fresh roll of paper towels hanging above my dish drain to find inspiration. Discover! Dream! Believe! Till the soil of your dreams... Keep growing, keep dreaming. BountyTM towels; giving me words of encouragement and simple wisdom. While glancing inside my date book, there are famous quotes written along the sidebar to remind me of noble ways to think and reflect. "Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow." ~ Helen Keller. We possess powers beyond our understanding. Our own thoughts are spirited tools revealing a higher calling for ourselves when practiced wholeheartedly. Wholeheartedly each day without fear, without doubt, without want, without hesitation.

So let's surround ourselves with words, phrases, quotes and even framed photographs reflecting joyful events to ease the burden of an angry world to soothe and feed our anxious soul. Absorb the tiny retreats found on book shelves, arranged in the clouds, spoken by a grandmother, viewed over the bridge and delighted on the trail of wind that lift and swoop the dance of winter birds overhead. These moments are presently ready to weave their way into our day and express the words that inspire, aleviate, elevate and bring to us a moment of pause and introspection. Some moments are many times far too awe inspiring for words.

God Bless this moment. Hold fast to this new calendar year. It is moving.

http://www.quotegarden.com/

http://www.wallwords.com/index.asp

My Christmas Touches

I've finally put the finishing touches on creating wonderful signs of Christmas in my little home. I love my growing seasonal collection. It's all coming together so nicely. The best part of all of my stuff is that every piece is very meaningful to me. It's not just something I picked up at Target or TJ Maxx. If it isn't painted or created by my own hand, it was handmade and bought or given to me at some time.

Here in this snapshot is part of my snowman collection. I painted both plaques pictured here. The stuffed snowman was givien to me as a "thank you" gift for hosting a party. the ceramic snowman canister was given to our family from relatives and the little snowman sled was purchased from another painter from an arts and crafts show. The clock was an anniversary gift.

The other side of the shelf is more painted pieces by myself and the snow family fabric wall hanging was purchased from a crafter at the annual Bethlehem Presbyterian Church fair. The stuffed snowman is pals with the other snowman sitting to his right.

These two little quails are usually sitting in my Christmas tree, but I decided to let them nest in the ficus tree this year. They look pretty content.

I love Santa Claus and cookies! He is surrounded by cool blue LED lights and glass ornaments. Our tree is the bomb this year! We decided to go to the same Christmas tree farm as last year. Farmside Acres, which is owned by Robert and Leslie Nannini of Angola Road. It's the best way to get a tree.
TA-DA!

Another Santa ornament dwarfed by a keepsake glass ornament from WAAAAY back when my mom bought them at Barkers in Newburgh.

I Believe! I Believe! This is my hand painted sign that I made last year. I have three of them hanging around the house. I point to each one and yell out, "BELIEVE!" My boys think I'm nuts!

Ahhh, my sweet nativity. My DH bought this for me two years ago. It's complete with stable, shepards, and 3 wise men. Each figurine expresses biblical verse from the gospel of Matthew, Luke and John.

On the other side of the room is my Santa Shelf and it's where we hang our stockings. Ho Ho Ho!

I love nutcrackers! I've got a small collection. The store I work at has an attractive line for sale, but they really have to mean something to me, so I haven't given in to buying them. These two guys were bought when I lived in Germany as a kid. They were my mothers and I got to keep them. I see my big guy has a missing mustache! I should glue that on one of these days! Last year his little foot had to be glued. The other one is missing his sword. Peace on Earth.