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The Hollidays are past.

2012-01-03T14:02:00.004-05:00

This past year has brought some of us tears or even tragedy others have had a year of joy and fortune. Most of us have had a little of both, somewhere in the middle. Sad or happy we are left with our memories now. And this new year like every new year before it brings hope. Maybe this year will be just a little bit better than last year.

Union Sqare

2011-12-03T20:28:00.000-05:00

Fall

2007-10-20T11:26:00.000-04:00

Leaves, brown, falling, acorns, squirrels, migration, geese, pumpkins, corn, cranberries, nuts, Halloween, golden, orange, rust…I think of fall I think of autumn leaves I think to me that’s what fall is all about the leaves orange, red, apricot, yellow bright glowing colors of the leaves that and hot apple cider although somehow the apple cider doesn’t taste as good as I expect it to this year the leaves aren’t as bright and colorful as usual some yellows and golds, browns but almost no orange or red the colors are disappointing so far this year.

Packing

2007-10-08T13:03:00.000-04:00

Today I started packing to go away for a few days six shirts, six pairs of socks, gloves, and scarves incase of cold weather. It’s a pleasant 70 degrees outside today but not knowing how long such good weather will last I am taking some warmer clothing with me. I just love the weather we are having right now its warm without being hot, comfortable weather. I am not a good traveler traveling tires me out but I find myself looking forward to this trip a nice change of pace don’t you like a change of pace every now and then I think a little verity is good.

Power

2007-09-28T15:30:00.000-04:00

Pow- pow -pow our super heroes had powerful punches! Changed the world, and were unbeatable. When I was little I thought grownups were like that all powerful .I couldn’t wait to grow up and be all powerful also with my own grown up powers, even though I am grown up there is still a child inside of me that doesn’t feel powerful. In spite of my grown up powers. Its that part of me that says if I were powerful I could stop a war or two, stop world hunger, house the homeless and I cant fix those problems. They are to big for me to fix alone, but I can see that the world is a better place since I’ve been here I can make a difference.

This is my contribution to this weeks Sunday Scribblings

Taking a Break

2007-09-22T20:38:00.000-04:00

While I was in the city I decided to take a walk in Central Park where I photographed some of the parks carriage horses taking a break.

It was a pleasant day and nice weather I walked to the Met from 57th street by the time I got there I was so thirsty that I went straight to the cafeteria and bough a carrot juice and a coke and drank them both.

Right now there is an exhibit of The Age of Rembrandt the exhibit included many Dutch painters as well as Rembrandt and several works by Vermeer.

After the museum closed I sat on the steps and watched street performers they were very athletic and witty they did jumps, back flips and comedy they were good with a crowd.

Hello

2007-09-20T20:25:00.000-04:00

An artist and a mother I was born in California and live in New York.
I am a searcher. I am searching for moments of magic and enchantment to savor; I want to hold them in essence on paper to remember again. I believe in spirituality the beauty and love of God, but am leery of religion. I want to live each day without fear; something at which I often fail. Sometimes I feel alittle bit like Mr.Magoo kind of lost and not sure where I am going, but I have hope in rainbows, the magic of spring rain, finding a seashell on the beach, a baby’s smile and the eternal hope of love and a better world. I am grateful for the love of family and the kindness of friends and strangers. I believe that by kindness, support, encouragement and love, one person at a time, we can create moments of healing. My ability to enjoy and experience these things comes through my art and poetry. I believe in the power of creativity to heal the mind and soul and body. I believe that the arts enrich our hearts, health and souls. I love the arts even the ones I find challenging. I believe in the power of art and love to heal. Fullness of life freedom of expression comes through my art, writing and poetry. I diligently search for serenity but it most often it finds me in unexpected moments

This is my contribution to this weeks Sunday Scribblings

Chill in the Air

2007-09-16T15:38:00.000-04:00

Today I am feeling cold its sixty degrees here today. I don’t remember where I packed my sweaters, I did find a jacket. This morning I made a cup of coco the chill in the air seemed to call for it, the time for ice tea is over no more summer dresses now the weather calls for long sleeved shirts. I miss the warmer weather but I am looking forward to the autumn leaves turning colors in the coming weeks already a few yellow leaves float to the ground.

I am reading A Woman's Paththe book describes women’s spiritual journey and travel a kaleidoscope of spiritual beliefs and exotic locations. It’s an inspiring read.

Today I am packing for a short visit to the city. It’s a little overwhelming the amount of things I need camera, the laptop computer, changes of clothing, bottled water, books, food. I am not a light packer I know I am taking to much, but what to leave behind when I try to eliminate things I just end up thinking of one more thing I need to take with me.

Geese

2007-09-16T13:28:00.000-04:00

Some Canadian Geese who’s picture I played with in Photoshop this afternoon

Fuchsia

2007-09-15T17:20:00.000-04:00

Wildlife

2007-09-13T15:17:00.000-04:00

This morning I walked down to mail box to put a net-flex movie in the box on the way back a doe was standing in the path not moving just staring at me, then she dashed into the woods There is a lot of wild life around here. Earlier today a woodchuck ate the lettuce out of the planter box and the tops of flowers growing on the front porch.. Yesterday a large flock of Wild Turkey were going though the front lawn looking for bits of fallen birdseed.

2007-09-11T12:54:00.000-04:00

INFP

2007-09-08T23:42:00.001-04:00

You Are An INFP

The Idealist

You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world.
Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.
It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close.
But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.

In love, you tend to have high (and often unrealistic) standards.
You are very sensitive. You tend to have intense feelings.

At work, you need to do something that expresses your personal values.
You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.

How you see yourself: Unselfish, empathetic, and spiritual

When other people don't get you, they see you as: Unrealistic, naive, and weak

What's Your Personality Type?

Writing

2007-09-06T21:18:00.000-04:00

When I think of writing I think Of Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bonesand other writing books like Julia Cameron’s The Right to Write. I carry a copy of The The Right to Write in my purse so that I have something to read when I am waiting along with a notebook in case I feel the need to pass the time by writing.
My favorite place to write is in coffee shops with a latte’ I don’t write important stuff I just like to write because I can. I didn’t always like to write, as a teenager and a young adult I hated to write, wouldn’t and couldn’t do it. Responding to letters with a phone call or not at all. But that changed after I read Natalie Goldberg’s book and I learned to write just to write and stopped worrying about the spelling and the punctuation.
Some days I have something interesting to write about like the small black bear that has been wandering into the yard this week but other times I have nothing to write about but I don’t let that stop me from writing in my notebook I just write about the fact that there is nothing to write about no one is going to read my notebooks and at times like that I write for the sake of writing

This is my contribution for this weeks Sunday Scribblings

Small Pond

2007-09-04T12:32:00.000-04:00

There is a small pond at the front of the house.When I take a minute to stop and watch the pond is busy and full of life. Green frogs have moved in and sit around the pond one afternoon I counted seven of them ,they are all sizes from tiny small to fairly large.This spring three goldfish were added to the pond now we have lots of tiny fish swimming in the pond some are black while others are gold and a verity of shades in-between.

across the road

2007-08-31T23:19:00.000-04:00

I took this picture across the road on an afternoon walk in the woods.

The End

2007-08-31T21:56:00.000-04:00

And they lived happily ever after isn’t that how stories are supposed to end?
I prefer the beginning of a book the anticipation of a good read to the end when I have finished and there is no more to read. I prefer beginnings to endings. Birth the beginning of life is a happy event as opposed to death the end of life. Weddings are happy events divorce the end of the marriage is a sad and angry experience. I received a letter from my attorney yesterday regarding my divorce the end of my marriage has been a long and slow process
All things have endings books end trips end days end and become nights. Some endings are happy ones others are not In just a few days my parents will have their forty-six wedding anniversary they are working on happily ever after.

This is my contribution for this weeks Sunday Scribblings

Hummingbirds

2007-08-29T22:19:00.000-04:00

hummingbirds blur
darting to scarlet blossoms
emerald wings flash

my contribution to the Tiny Pretty Things theme at http://onebreathpoetry.blogspot.com/

Sunday Scribblings

2007-08-25T23:57:00.000-04:00

I get that sinking feeling…you know the one I am talking about right in the pit of your stomach, I know something gives you that feeling to. I get it when I think about flying. Since last spring I have been planning to visit my brother and sister-in-law in Texas, but I haven’t bought the tickets I have fears of getting lost when I have to change planes and missing my flight. The part that scares me most isn’t the plane crashing every time a plane takes off or lands I know its going to crash sitting on a plane I forget how to breath and my chest hurts I know we are all going to die OK I know Iam only worrying because I know that flying is statistically a safe way to travel besides everyone dies sometime anyway. But the part that really give me that sinking feeling is the thought of getting lost in the airport when I have to change planes

http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/

Daybreak

2007-08-25T20:17:00.000-04:00

light enters window
deep under my covers
sleep escapes me

my contribution to the daybreak theme at One Deep Breath

List of Ten

2007-08-19T16:32:00.000-04:00

I am sitting on the bed next to the window its gray and overcast outside such a pleasant change from the hot days we have been having. I am looking at a book I bought today Journaling for Joyby Joyce Chapman, it talks about Journaling our memories and I’ve realized that I don’t like thinking about my memories to me memories are scary things and I try to avoid them. Another chapter is called listing your life, it has an assignment to list what I like I’ve decided to make it a list of ten that shouldn’t be to hard and I can always make another list another day.
1 hamburgers
2 a clean room
3 to have enough money
4 haveing friends
5 dangly earrings
6 red shoes
7 spending time with my son
8 a good book to read
9 cats
10 fall leaves

writing

2007-08-15T18:13:00.000-04:00

I walked down to the Every Thing Goes Book Café and ordered a drink I can’t pronounce Vanillaccino the menu calls it a blended frappe with syrup all I know is that its an iced espresso drink and its cold the cold part is important because today’s hot. I walked down to the café hoping the atmosphere would help me to write and also I am looking for a book to read. I seam to have a lot of time on my hands lately and not much to do. I used to dream of having more time to myself. it’s a dream come true turned into a nightmare I am so board its pathetic If I didn’t have my writing I don’t know what Id do only worse than writers block I find I have nothing to say I read threw writing prompts and they leave me totally blank today I was reading Julia Camerons The Right to Write: she says you don’t have to be in the mood to write that you just write and the mood will come so I am sitting here in the café sipping my icy drink and writing.

August Rain

2007-08-10T14:56:00.000-04:00

It’s been raining all morning overcast and gray. This afternoon when the rain finally broke I took a short walk to the market sprinkled by the occasional raindrop. As I watched a black cat walked across the porch her reflection cast in a puddle of rainwater. The crisp coolness of the afternoon breezes are a welcome change from the hot August afternoons we have had

Heat

2007-08-02T21:27:00.000-04:00

hot August night
cooling gentle breeze
I am refreshed

My contribution to the compare and contrast theam at http://onebreathpoetry.blogspot.com/

Fried Green Tomatoes

2007-07-29T15:42:00.000-04:00

I am sitting in an armchair in the attic it’s the middle of the afternoon a lazy Sunday I haven’t anything pressing to do today. In spite of being July the weathers cool and the day is gray and overcast.
I fried green tomatoes and zucchini for lunch today, I think fried green tomatoes are one of the things I like best about summer. Last week I was reading a Rex Stout mystery in it the hero Nero Wolf was having green tomato pie with his meal Ive never had green tomato pie. I hadn’t even seen a recipe for one until I googled green tomato pie but I don’t really want to bake one I just want to eat one.

Blogging

2007-07-28T22:38:00.000-04:00

I am back. I found myself unable to get into my blogger account for several months, blogger would say that my password was wrong and that my email address didn’t exist ect. but this evening with some expert help from my Dad I am sitting in my arm chair with my computer blogging again.

Swans Feather

2007-03-24T15:30:00.000-04:00

Boxed

2007-03-23T12:48:00.000-04:00

acrylic 20 by 16

Acrylic on Clayboard

2007-03-17T17:02:00.000-04:00

Uncovering A Sense of Balance

2007-03-17T14:31:00.000-04:00

It snowed yesterday, a lot everything is dressed in white the sun is shinning brightly as if it were June. Birds are leaving hundreds of tiny footprints on the skirts of snow, I can hear little whispering bird voices, all this beauty and the thing I notice most is the chilling cold… I hold my heating pad tight and count the days till spring.
Feeling tired and out of sorts I think it’s a good time to practice meditation after meditation I feel refreshed and ready to be part of today giving me a sense of balance I could use a lot more balance in my life I especially enjoyed the optimism and hope in this weeks pages while reading Finding Water.

2007-03-10T18:50:00.000-05:00

Getting up early Sunday morning I caught the train into Manhattan. I was attending a class at YJ’s and bleary eyed I stopped at Star Bucks for some caffeine reinforcement which made me late for class as I slipped into class and sat down the room was filled with the beautiful tones of a man was playing the bowls. I was enchanted by the beautiful sounds I later after he was done playing I learned that his name is Ira it was a beautiful beginning for a wonderful class.
This week Ive been slightly under the weather all week long but it has also been a week with blessings Sundays class Tuesday I complained about my dizziness to Minay my acupuncturist something Ive complained to my doctors about for years and to my joy she was able to make the dizziness go away. Tuesday evening I went to hear a sound healer play the flute and harp for a blissful hour and a half.
Wednesday I had some time between my therapist appointment and my doctor appointment so I stopped by the bookstore and picked up a copy of a book Dr Woo recommended to me The Cheap Bastard's Guide to New York City its full of cheep and free things to do such as in June The Metropolitan Opera Company plays in Central Park www.metopera.org anyway Ive been sitting with book in hand and computer planning all the fun things I am going to do.

Finding Water

2007-02-24T02:23:00.000-05:00

One of the sugestions in the chapter 1 of Finding Water is to list five beautiful things

1 The Amaryllis in my parents front room
2 a green scarf
3 Gold Finches I saw sitting in the tree
4 The colors of my new set of paints
5 this painting painting

Starting Finding Water

2007-02-16T16:11:00.000-05:00

Well its been a while since I’ve posted most of the time I’ve been staying at a friends apartment in Manhattan only drawback is the wireless connection Which does interfere with my bloging I’ve been going to acupuncture three times a week which has been making a difference for me.
Tomorrow is the beginning of the blogging group finding water at
http://artfulwater.blogspot.com/

I have hesitation over having signed up wondering if I will be able to keep up with the group. I have finished the first 28 pages the prologue and the Basics, reviewing artist dates, morning pages, and walks occasionally I still go on artist dates, I walk regularly but morning pages, I have let the morning pages completely slide they are always a challenge for me especially as I am not a morning person, but I will give them a try again.

Short Update

2007-01-08T17:09:00.000-05:00

Today as I walked back from my doctor appointment,along tenth street the streets were lined with discarded Christmas tree and the crisp city air smelled of pine. I have been busy working on my book so this is going to be short. Ive been asking myself today what is this garbage you are writing, but I am telling myself to keep writing even if it is garbage sooner or later Ill stop writing garbage. Besides my son flew home last night and it keeps my mind off of missing him.
My boyfriend broke up with me this morning again and writing is keeping me to busy to think of him also.

The Question

2007-01-07T09:40:00.000-05:00

the New Year
brings fresh pages to write on
what will I write?
will the year write on me?
or will I write on it?

Vacation

2007-01-04T18:01:00.000-05:00

The good news is I am on page five of my book. The bad news is I got stuck there went on vacation and I haven't been writing. I always look forward to vacation with much anticipation but it is so tiring and isn't that ridiculous I am complaining about being on vacation really I have been having great fun. fun can be so tiring. I am in the hotel lobby using their computer so I can have some quiet time its really noisy in my room right now and since I am tired I feel extra cranky about that the lobby is totally peaceful here not even a single person in sight. Today is my last day of vacation and while I am disappointed about that I am looking forward to getting some rest. I think Ill get my note book and bring it down to the lobby maybe I can work on a little writing or a poem.

celebrateing

2006-12-29T11:22:00.000-05:00

Well I am actually doing it I am writing my book I have the first page finished and I want to call a friend and celebrate maybe I will email all my friends I know only one page but I did it! I finished the page and went upstairs and made a pot of coffee because everyone knows writers need a lot of coffee well I cant let myself get distracted I am going to go finish page two.

JOY

2006-12-25T17:51:00.000-05:00

Holiday Joy

2006-12-23T11:10:00.000-05:00

Sam is here Yahooo! I have missed him he is still growing he has been exercising a lot and has really filled out
We went to Boarders together yesterday to do some Christmas shopping I think I was to directive about some of our choices its hard to think of Sam as grown up.
He has a case of Jet lag so I am waiting for him to get some rest
Wake up wake up and play with mommy! New York is three hours ahead of California so he’s really not ready to wake up yet

2006-12-18T16:40:00.000-05:00

You have probably noticed that I have not been keeping up with my blog,I find that I am needing a little time away from bloging right now hope to be back shortly.
Harmony

Ten Things I Love

2006-11-27T08:54:00.000-05:00

my latest encaustic

Today is raining on my serenity
Ragged around the edges
I think of my warm bed with fondness
A friendly book to share covers
Or perhaps I’ll Just burrow down into the
Dark depths of the warm blankets

Ten things I love
Prune Danish
Warm tea
A lazy afternoon at the bookstore
A new Jenifer Crusiebook
Painting
I was going to write ten things I love but for some reason today they just won’t come to mind
Looking for seashells on the beach
Morton bird refuge where the chickadees eat sunflower seeds from my hand
Well Ive made it to eight just two more to go
Going to an art museum and number ten buying a new scarf

I am taging endment and silverlight for their 10 favorites

Macy's Window

2006-11-25T18:21:00.000-05:00

Saturday night as friend and I were searching for the right place to eat we passed this delightful Christmas window.

Marsh

2006-11-25T18:15:00.000-05:00

During a pleasant walk today I snapped these reflections at Bashakill Marsh

Happy Birthday

2006-11-24T19:10:00.000-05:00

Met

2006-11-24T17:09:00.000-05:00

Its Good To Be Home

2006-11-16T20:11:00.000-05:00

It’s still raining but I am back home with a cup of tea and we made a stop by the library on the way home so I have a couple of books to dig in to. I never read fantasy but for some reason tonight I couldn’t find anything in the regular section so I choose two books from the fantasy section Gravelight by Marion Zimmer Bradley and Shapechanger's Songby Jennifer Roberson so I am going to go sit in my favorite chair and think about something besides reality

Can Never Find The Right Plumber

2006-11-13T08:33:00.000-05:00

Dreary gray, wet rainy day, we can call the plumber to fix the plumbing or AAA to fix a tire. There should be someone I could call to fix a leaky sky. I was hoping to go to the beach today but this rain is damping my enthusiasm for the idea.
Actually it’s not too wet maybe I will venture outside anyway. I feel kind of grumpy like I got up on the wrong side of the bed, I think it’s because I spent the night in a motel room. I hate motels the beds are too hard and I only like sleeping in my own bed with my own pillows, but I have a lovely cup of steaming tea and that can fix most of the inconveniences in life. So I guess I will go shower and see what the breakfast bar looks like. Wishing you all a day filled with rainbows.

Thank You All For Your Good Wishes

2006-11-07T07:20:00.000-05:00

I am out of the hospital !!
I was blessed with a very nice roommate and a new friend
This week is full of doctor visits but I am planning on seeing some friends mixing the sweet with the bitter.
As I will in the city I won’t be posting this week Thank you all for your good wishes

Taking Time Out ---

2006-10-21T09:03:00.000-04:00

Guess autumn is a time to hibernate
so I am in that state
Hospitals don't let me blog
So till they let me out
I'm in a fog

OK - bad poetry ----
Harmony asked me to let you know she is in the hospital and will be back posting as soon as she gets out...
Endment

Turkeys Crossing The Field

2006-10-11T21:08:00.000-04:00

field of wild turkeys
tall rows of sunflower
bees gather honey

Read more at http://onedeepbreath.blogspot.com/

Sand Beach

2006-10-11T19:59:00.000-04:00

child building sandcastles

waves dancing round his feet

he laughs with glee

with a roar and whisper

the voice of the sea calls to me

enticing me to play

my hand reaching

out of smooth white sand

a siren arises

A Few Thoughts On Worms

2006-10-06T17:03:00.000-04:00

Betain sent me an email with this informative information about worms that I am passing on to you.
A minister decided that a visual demonstration
would add emphasis to his Sunday sermon.
Four worms were placed into four separate jars.
The first worm was put
into a container of alcohol.
The second worm was put
into a of cigarette smoke.
The third worm was put into
a container of chocolate syrup.
The fourth worm w! as put into
a container of good clean soil.
At the conclusion of the sermon,
the Minister reported the following results:
The first worm in alcohol -
Dead.!
The second worm in cigarette smoke -
Dead .
Third worm in chocolate syrup -
Dead .
Fourth worm in good clean soil -
Alive.
So the Minister asked the congregation -
What can you learn from this demonstration?
Maxine was sitting in the back,
quickly raised her hand and said,
"As long as you drink,
smoke and eat chocolate,
you won't have worms!"
Well I read this and thought Maxine is right, I need to take up smoking but then C said Harmony since you don’t smoke you’ll have to eat twice as much chocolate. Well… if I must, I must.

Nest

2006-10-05T22:02:00.000-04:00

acrylic

Breezes

2006-09-30T10:47:00.000-04:00

curtain stirs as
the shadow of death passes
my open window

Second Chakra

2006-09-24T10:31:00.000-04:00

A beautiful orange rock I saw today while on my walk

orange the color for the second chakra

I especialy love orange when used with soft mossy green or celadon

While reading True Balance I kept thinking I am not very balanced not that that is any big surprise one of my reasons for reading the book is that I want more balance and serenity in my life. After reading Potato Prints list I decided to see if I could make one of my own.

Things that ballance me
Acupuncture
Walks on the beach or at the park
Chakra meditation group
Sitting in the garden
Taking a nap
Writing poetry or in my Journal
Peter’s workshops
Drinking water
Incense
Fresh air
music

After writing my list today I went for a lovely walk in the park and had a short but lovely stop at the beach.

Space Between

2006-09-14T20:15:00.000-04:00

wind kisses my cheek
whispers secrets in my ear
bright pebbles on sand
river bubbles with laughter
sunlight dances with green leaves

Read more at http://onedeepbreath.blogspot.com/

Dorothy Morgan

2006-09-08T16:54:00.000-04:00

2,9996 is a tribute remembering the lives of the victums of 9/11. My posts this weekend will be in memory of Dorothy Morgan.

On the Trade Center victims list she is listed as Dorothy Morgan, 47 years, Hempstead NY. That doesn’t say much but there are fragments of information that survive her. That is part of the tragedy of her sudden death - that we are left with only fragments. Described by her daughter as “a diva” and “a beautiful person,” the two words I most often found used to describe her were "warm" and "smiling."

Some of the fragments paint a picture for us of this beautiful woman and tell us that her family were important to her. She made time every week to spend with her mother Dorothy Burke, her daughter Nykiah and her grandson. She was an active member of the Faith Baptist Church in Hempstead and the Allen African-American Methodist Episcopal Church in Jamaica, Queens. We also know her birthday is March 12, she collected Barbie Dolls and frequently ate Chinese take out ( something many of us probably have in common with her). She worked at Marsh McLennan as a broker.

Dorothy left behind her daughter Nykiah Morgan and Nykiah's son, her mother, Dorothy Burke, sisters Ethell Bennett, Patricia Williams, Earlene Stephenson and Stephanie Rose, brothers Desi Burke, Cecil Burke as well as nices and other friends and family.

Solitudes

2006-09-07T15:13:00.000-04:00

steaming cupa chi

fleeting memories of you

yellow leaf falling

Hummingbirds in The Rain

2006-08-27T21:10:00.000-04:00

Early this morning, from the back window, grazing at the edge of the lawn, I saw two doe and two fawns. I am sitting here on the front porch and I am not going to think about the box I am unpacking in the front room, I’ve opened it and spread everything out on the table, thrown away as much as possible .

Now I am at the stage where I stare at it in bafflement and occasionally walk by and move something then do more baffled starring but I am not going to think about any of that; instead I am going to drink a cup of hot coca with marshmallows and listen to the sound of falling rain and hummingbird wings as a dozen or so fly overhead maneuvering for a spot at the feeder.

I have a copy of the The Time Traveler's Wife that I’ve just started. When I put it down I was on page 55 and Henry is naked waiting in the meadow. I think this must be where he meets Clare so I wish you a good evening and I am going to join Henry and Clare.

Heaven

2006-08-24T23:29:00.000-04:00

If there is anything more confusing to me than life it has to be death…My sister Candi sent me the following story in an email today I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. I feel a lot like this little boy.

A father was at the beach with his children

when the four-year-old son ran up to him,

grabbed his hand, and led him to the shore

where a seagull lay dead in the sand.

"Daddy, what happened to him?" the son asked.

"He died and went to Heaven," the Dad replied.

The boy thought a moment and then said,

"Did God throw him back down ?"

Boxes, Boxes

2006-08-22T23:41:00.000-04:00

Boxes, boxes, boxes, floor to ceiling, everywhere boxes. I wonder where I got all this stuff, - do I want it? Why do I have it? What do I do with it all?
Papers - Papers are the worst, especially the unsorted boxes of papers. I seem to spend hours filing, I don’t want all of these papers but I never know what is safe to throw away.
Moving creates numerous questions such as -- How can my shelves and boxes both be full and where are my clothes…?
I was surprised to find out how many videos and DVDs I own. Why don’t I have anything to watch if I have this many DVDs?

Imagine my surprise when I opened a box only to find a bag of trash instead of being thrown out it found its was into a box… I know elves ---- I didn’t believe before, but now I am a believer. They sure have a wicked sense of humor.

Where is that file of important papers I need? --- I know I set them out carefully, They must be here - I knew I was going to need them!!!

Blue

2006-08-21T20:34:00.000-04:00

he whispers his song
an angel with wings of blue
rapture fills my ear

tears spilling over
note after note kisses me
comforted I sigh..

http://onedeepbreath.blogspot.com/

front porch

2006-08-20T21:52:00.000-04:00

I have been reading John Daido Loori’s Book The Zen of Creativity very inspiring so inspiring that I dug threw my boxes looking for my camera, finally found it in an old handbag. When I went outside a very gentle rain was coming down. I immediately wanted to photograph a raindrop as it splashed into the pond…completely unsuccessful.
Took a photograph of a Moonglow Nasturtium that I am pleased with.
Sat in a lounger on the porch watching the rain come down, hummingbirds circling my head. Photographed some humming birds need to try again all I got were silhouettes.
A bear just wandered into the yard doing his yard inspection he’s a very handsome black bear, he didn’t stay long when I got up to get a closer look he wandered off Its peaceful here on the deck and one never knows what visitors will decide to show up.

Spice of Life - Ted and Ginger

2006-08-19T19:09:00.000-04:00

When I was growing up my teacher told me that animals don’t have souls. I don’t know whether they were right or wrong - but lingering in my soul are special memories of both my dog Ted and my cat Ginger.

Ted was a white ball of fluff that wiggled from head to tail when he was happy and that was most of the time. He weighed about 15 pounds and looked like a downed rat after his bath until he was fluffy and dry again. He was charming and well behaved - a delightful companion on walks and a special connoisseur of art - he loved the art galleries although his charm frequently distracted other patrons. He was fiercely brave didn’t think twice about defending against three full grown German Shepherds, after one bout we rushed out to retrieve his body and to our amazement he was only momentarily stunned.

My dog Ted who could on occasion be very insightful and wise - disliked my ex on sight. Although I don't remember my little dog disliking anyone else - he proved that he was smarter than I.

Ginger was a purebred cream-colored Persian - an aristocrat of Persians, whose pedigree included cats that had won both kitten of the year and cat of the year national awards. She had a most wonderful personality - far superior to that of any other cat I’ve ever owned. I bought her for myself with money I received from an insurance settlement, and what a reward I gained from that settlement! Any time night or day, her purr was always switched on. When I was busy she would rest at my feet, when I got tired she would sit me down climb up into my lap and talk to me. At night she slept on my shoulder. I was devastated when she died. Around the time of her death my marriage dissolved - and one of the more unforgivable things my ex did when he decided to divorce me was to give away her kittens.

This morning I felt a cat walking across my bed and curling up beside my shoulder --- when I turned my head and opened my eyes to pet her --- no one was there.

more pet stories at http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/

morning wake-up

2006-08-18T11:07:00.000-04:00

http://onedeepbreath.blogspot.com/

harmony of green

2006-08-13T21:21:00.000-04:00

the river whispers

green on every side

peace embraces me

Dance of the Monarch

2006-08-11T00:19:00.000-04:00

fly near fly far

bring beauty to my heart

as you dance in the sun

The Dress

2006-08-10T20:18:00.000-04:00

My sister Candi sent me the following in an email today and it tickled my funny bone, so I am posting it because I just have to share it with all of my blogging friends.

Jennifer's wedding day was fast approaching. Nothing could dampen her excitement -- not even her parents' nasty divorce. Her mother had found the PERFECT dress to wear and would be the best dressed mother-of-the-bride ever!

A week later, Jennifer was horrified to learn that her father's new young wife had bought the exact same dress! Jennifer asked her to exchange it, but she refused "Absolutely not. I look like a million bucks in this dress, and I'm wearing it," she replied. Jennifer told her mother who graciously said, "Never mind sweetheart. I'll get another dress. After all, it's your special day."

A few days later, they went shopping and did find another gorgeous dress. When they stopped for lunch, Jennifer asked her mother, "Aren't you going to return the other dress? You really don't have another occasion where you could wear it." Her mother just smiled and replied, "Of course I do, dear. I'm wearing it to the rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding.

Sunburn

2006-08-03T15:45:00.000-04:00

on a lily pad
a frog sits in the pond
sweating in the heat
of an August sun
a radio plays
amore it sings
but the frog is silent
the whole world steams
unblinking he sits
in the afternoon sun

Poetry Thursday.

Bleeding Hearts

2006-08-03T12:17:00.000-04:00

a row of hearts
a drop of blood
a tear
silently they weep
under the maple tree
drip drip
they bleed
drip drip
who wounds you so ?

Be Careful of Passing Feet

2006-07-31T22:47:00.000-04:00

15th street

summer heat

a dragonfly

rests on the sidewalk

Golden Wings

2006-07-26T09:21:00.000-04:00

Fly through the skyon wings of gold
Sing your
song of buzzing
kiss the flowers and
save plenty of honey.
But sting me not!
Fly through the sky
on wings of gold
Sing your
song of flight
kiss the flowers and
gather plenty of nectar
into sweet honey to make
But, sting me not!

One Red Paperclip

2006-07-25T18:13:00.000-04:00

So you don't have everything but a paperclip might be enough. Cheak this out

The Samuel I. Newhouse

2006-07-24T11:36:00.000-04:00

red haired man sprawls across three seats reading the amazing Spiderman

a man searches the trash can leaves with today’s paper

two sit side by side eating hotdogs and sharing a drink

he holds the door for her. Her hand trails across his but as she passes him.

leaning on the railing a woman with two handbags talks into her cell…

the boats engine rumbles voices merge in chattering chorus

cool breeze from open window drifts across my face

a string of green lights trim the bridge as if two trees with red stars atop each tree

the two ferries pass each other lights aglow in the night

men refold their newspapers

I stifle a yawn

Spiderman reader turns a page

newspapers are refolded again

“all crew members, please prepare for docking ,all crew members, prepare for docking”

newspapers go into the trash can a few passengers stroll to the end of the boat

intent redhead continues to read Spiderman engrossed

passengers voices compete with the sound of the engine

the ferry approaches the dock and remaining passengers move forward seats are empty now

“all ashore
all passengers
must leave the boat
at this time
all ashore please
all ashore”

the clock flashes 10:56 PM 07/24/06

toddlers voice pierces my ears

sunflower

2006-07-22T16:18:00.000-04:00

Just a Few Thoughts

2006-07-14T02:09:00.000-04:00

Had a lousy morning, my last appointment with my psychiatrist he’s transferring me to another doctor feel depressed and stressed about that am not looking forward to meeting a new doctor. I went and saw Peter afterwards and my day got much better I was feeling very upset and weepy Peter was very comforting he put needles in my ears and gave me one of his beautiful energy blessings (he doesn’t call them blessings but that’s how they make me feel), then I went to Rock Star where I spent the afternoon looking at rocks the store owner noticed my hand was hurting and found some crystals for me to hold to ease the pain it worked to. The first one he handed me was a clear quartz it gave me prickles from my scalp to my ankles, and it has a very intense personality then he handed me a pair of green stones with burl type markings one for each hand they had a much calmer quieter energy. Last he handed me a pair of creamy yellow and white stone that he said come from caves their energy was very soft and soothing which I thought was odd because I didn’t expect a rock to feel soft. He compared their feeling to chicken soup.

Lily

2006-07-12T21:55:00.000-04:00

This piece was done in photoshop.

Collage

2006-07-12T21:54:00.000-04:00

A collage I did a while back mixed media it was part of an art therapy project.

Warm

2006-07-12T15:35:00.000-04:00

Haiku aspirations
Wilt
In summer heat
Carolyn Morgan copyright 2005
Used with permission

I ran an errand just two blocks away I feel wilted it is HOT out there. Humid hot and the air smells stale outside and it stinks of diesel and I don’t know what. I am not getting much done mostly just sitting in front of the fan.

http://poetrythursday.blogspot.com/

Long Day

2006-07-09T05:38:00.000-04:00

Spent the entire day yesterday at the doctors, took my poor son with me because I was planning on going to YJ Harmonys’ meditation http://www.harmonyj.com/events/harmonyjevents.html afterwards I didn’t even come close it had been over for couple of hours by the time I was finished. I don’t understand how going to the doctors and sitting in a chair for five hours doing nothing can be so exhausting. When I left I was so tired I felt like sitting down in the middle of the street and crying, I came home and lay down to tired to undress I went to sleep still wearing my blue jeans and my glasses.

The cat woke me up walking on the bed beside me when she curled up next to me I remembered that I don’t have a cat anymore. I got up and visited Beyond the Fields We Know http://kerrdelune.blogspot.com/ she has some beautiful posts I would look at each post and think the same thing “oh wow, beautiful!” I started laughing at myself for being so repetitive.

Taking a Moment to Catch Up

2006-07-01T09:42:00.000-04:00

It's been a crazy week on the downside. I've been given notice I have to move the end of this month, finding housing in New York is hard enough without my nonexistent budget.
On the plus side, I saw a black bear this week in the yard will visiting friends and that night. About one o'clock, I got to see a flying squirrel was absolutely adorable with the biggest eyes( yes,good things can happen when you have insomnia).
Last night, I went to Peter's workshop it was the perfect thing for a stressful week a completely beautiful experience. I am looking forward to the next one on July 21th Friday at 7:00 pm at A.R.E.
A friend of mine sent me an email with this link, its worth a visit. http://blueballfixed.ytmnd.com/

How I entertain myself when I can't sleep

2006-06-21T22:59:00.000-04:00

My sleeping pills quit working and I have been having insomnia worse than usual for the last couple weeks doing good to get three or four hours of sleep the night Tuesday it I didn't get any sleep again at 4 a.m. I got up to use the bathroom looked in the mirror and decided my hair was impossible and that I had to do something about it immediately groping in the dark so not wake anyone. I managed to find a pair of scissors. Not sharp, but still scissors and quickly gave myself a haircut. Then I went back to bed hoping in vain for couple hours sleep. That morning as soon as my sister-in-law was awake I begged to her to rescue me. I didn't leave her much to work with, but fortunately for me, she's good with the scissors its the shortest I've ever worn my hair a little bit of adjustment going from long hair to short short. But I think I'm liking it and even better, my doctor told me to take Clonazpam before I go to bed last night I had eight beautiful hours of sleep.

Paths

2006-06-21T17:14:00.000-04:00

paths I have taken

leave me in confusion

One Deep Breath

Succulent

2006-06-18T16:26:00.000-04:00

Summer stillness

warm breezes

blue sky, fluffy clouds
juicy green oval
sweet fragrant juice

dripping down my chin

I've had several requests for information about working with Photoshop so I've written directions on how I added type to this picture here at the Inspired Pen

Pond

2006-06-17T20:50:00.000-04:00

For Endment in celebration.

Spilling Beauty

2006-06-15T14:05:00.000-04:00

For poetry go to Poetry
Thursday

For Tuesday

2006-06-14T00:41:00.000-04:00

Digital portrait for the Tuesday challenge a little late.

Lily Of The Valley

2006-06-12T16:11:00.000-04:00

Something for Sunday

2006-06-11T22:23:00.000-04:00

Digital collage

Brown Sugar

2006-06-08T22:27:00.000-04:00

Washed my hair with brown sugar this morning what can I say... I know too weird. I mentioned to my sister-in-law that every time I washed my hair. I get a rash because I am allergic to soap. She told me about Curly Girl. Curly Girl avoids the use of soap because of the damage soap does to one's hair. The book has instructions and recipes for revitalizing one's hair and improving the curl. I'm throwing out my shampoo. My sister-in-law's advice is not only helping me with my allergy but also improving my hair. The brown sugar scrub worked wonders on my hair if you feel adventurous enough to try it use half brown sugar and half conditioner scrub your scalp thoroughly and rinse. The whole time I was washing my hair. I kept thinking about ants. I rinsed my hair extra careful. After you wash your hair with brown sugar my sister-in-law also sent me this link, maybe you'd like to try the Brown Sugar Vanilla Body Scrub recipe actually I haven't tried this one but it sounds interesting. I bet it smells good.

Flower Child

2006-06-06T01:22:00.000-04:00

World to explore

2006-06-05T19:19:00.000-04:00

For haiku lovers One Deep Breath

Dream Together

2006-06-04T22:10:00.000-04:00

Quote Stephen King

2006-06-04T01:04:00.000-04:00

The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them. ~Stephen King

Pears

2006-06-03T07:15:00.000-04:00

Oil Pastel on 140 pound rough watercolor paper

Study of Two Pears
1
Opusculum paedagogum.
The pears are not viols,
Nudes or bottles.
They resemble nothing else.

2.
They are yellow forms
Composed of curve
Bulging toward the base.
They are touched red.

3.
They are not flat surfaces
Having curved outlines.
They are round
Tapering toward the top.

4.
In the way they are modeled
There are bits of blue.
A hard dry leaf hangs
From the stem.

5.
The yellow glistens.
It glistens with various yellows,
Citrons, oranges and greens
Flowering over the skin.

6.
The shadows of the pears
Are blobs on the green cloth.
The pears are not seen
As the observer wills.--- Wallace Stevens

"Portrait"

2006-06-02T19:14:00.000-04:00

http://illustrationfriday.com/

Hope

2006-06-01T00:35:00.000-04:00

Posting With Dragon

2006-05-31T20:16:00.000-04:00

It's good to be writing again although it's making my throat sore. My doctor told me not to use my right hand, it's terrible not writing, I can't really go an entire day without writing. I tried using my left hand to do everything but it's giving me trouble as well. Yesterday my brother installed Dragonfor me, I had my doubts about it but, it's good to be writing again even if it's giving me a sore throat. It's a lot harder writing with Dragon I have to work without music, words just don't flow for my head the way they do from my hand. It's fun to though, it even works in Adobe, and now I can to leave comments on your blogs without feeling guilty about using my hands to type. I'm starting to get used to it still I have a lot to learn.

Chocolate

2006-05-31T19:51:00.000-04:00

A page from one of my altered books.
“Chocolate is a divine, celestial drink, the sweat of the stars, the vital seed, divine nectar, the drink of the gods, panacea and universal medicine.”
Geronimo Piperni, quoted by Antonio Lavedán, surgeon in the Spanish army, 1796

Self Portrait Tuesday

2006-05-30T23:21:00.000-04:00