Halloween

So many Halloweens have come and gone. The children are now doing things on their own. It gave me a chance to decorate and really start experiencing the Hallo's Eve feeling.

Stations Series

I always feel that life as we live is a series of stations. Phases we all go through to become individuals we have intended for ourselves. These are two samples of a series I call stations. There were originally 12 but now there are only 2 left.If I could get my creative juices going to level, it would make me a very happy woman. I can't remember ever wanting to be anything else be an artist. I guess I should just follow my destiny, I just can't fight it any longer. Even if it means some people may not support me on this. it may seem foolish for some but, those who really know me know, I couldn't live life any other way and I thank you....

Hands

I keep my hands so busy everyday that I forget that for a long time they have always been a form of communication for me. They brought comfort to friends who were in pain. They lifted and consoled my children . They wiped tears away when disappointed showed its face. They soothed bruises when there wasn't a scratch present.


They told my love that the love I feel for him runs deep because my caress was not a sexual one but one of love and tenderness. Combed hairs, sewed hems on paints, added buttons, made countless dinners, folded millions of baskets , folded laundry. Took the sweat off my brow when the days activities were getting to hot. Made fresh lemonade to quench our thirst. Barely touched your lips when you were sleeping to slowly see a smile appear on your face.


My hands have been my tool of my greatest pieces of artwork. Though I have to admit sometimes they are creating by a power greater than me. They aren't satisfied until the work is done.They slowly turn a page of a good book I am ready at just the right speed finishing one page and catching the new sentences perfectly on the new page.


When my hand are not busy I take a moment to see them and I remember how young they were how smooth they were. I look at them now and they tell tale. The most fascination thing is now my hands have lines. The lined that tell the story of my life. I keep them moisturized and treat them well. I would like to think that well still have so many things to do. Tonight to fold my hands to together in prayer and I thank God for each moment they have been present for me and all the moments to come.

Dads and Baseball

I remember going to my first baseball with my dad. It was magical. You see my father had no sons and I was the girl who was like a son to him. We walked into She Stadium after walking to the stadium since we only lived a few blocks away. I remember round and round to get to the entrance that lead us to our seats. It was almost as if heaven opened right up. The grass was the greenest thing I had ever seen. The sky looked so blue against that sky that, it wouldn't be until almost 35 years later when I would finally see a sky and cloud that beautiful again. That being in California. I remember peeling my dad peanuts while the game was being played. I didn't know anything about the game but, I loved the hot dogs, the large iced coke, the sky , the pop of the ball against the bat.I had no idea that baseball many many years later would always give me a piece of my father back now that he is gone. One to three strikes you're out in the old ball game.

Summer Coming to an End

The endless beach days, kite flying, BBQ, Poker Playing, swimming with no deadlines, and all the other things that are a part of our summers are slowly coming to an end. Though, because we live in California that doesn't really hit home until December. It doesn't get cold it just gets rainy, wet and the sun doesn't come out as often. Oh yes we have to give up our flip flops. A sad time indeed. With the school year already beginning we are excited, new friends, old friends and the beginning of the college process for my oldest.Yes, the baby isn't a baby anymore and with it will beginning the process of letting go and just being supportive. I always knew these days would come but, this true what is said. It happens all to fast. Its time to rekindle the dreams that were always meant to be.

Birthday Wish

It happens every year and every I am filled regret for all the things I haven't accomplished in that year. This time it was different, this time I took and paper and a pen and actually created a list. Can it be considered a "New Year's Resolution List" could be but,so much has happened and I am different so I expect this new year to be different as well. The belief in the possibility is what makes it all change.

Looking

I find myself trying to freeze moments in time that mean something to me. Sure its easy when the words are coming to you and the image happens at the same time but, how do you freeze those strange little details that give life a deepness and texture that other wise would not occur. As, I continue to try to make that connection I look at the word around me and try to seek things that will inspire me or show me the way. We all have a need to make a difference, to leave our mark in this work. I am no different. It could be that its time to time to start the second phase of my life but, the details to that direction are still rather foggy. So, I listen to many conversations, walk through museums, take moment to smell the roses or the cafe. I was guided this far why would the rest of the journey be any different. Let me show what I have been looking at....