Hello my darling peeps!
I hope you have missed me for I have missed me. Yet I am doing this artist's journal/blog primarily for myself and my own growth and healing, and if you come along with me that's fabulous!
My computer has literally been covered up with overflow art. In attempting to do another in a series of my little books for an upcoming art show at the Cajun Picasso's place, I have found treasure. Many covers for a group of one-of -a-kind but similarly themed books. Although they were begun in Colorado this past summer, and I had fairys in mind, because I always have fairys in mind when I am around the Wilsons, these have turned into JOURNAL DES ROSES with exquisite fabric flowers on the cover. The pervading colors are soft peach, pernod and ecru, and that's all I know for now.
Watch this space.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Friday, April 20, 2012
April 18, 2012
Found recipe in COOKING LIGHT that is yummy and definitely healthy-er:
QUICK BANANA BREAD
Combine:Found recipe in COOKING LIGHT that is yummy and definitely healthy-er:
QUICK BANANA BREAD
¾ c white flour
¾ c whole –wheat flour
¼ c flaxseed meal
1 t baking powder
½ t salt
Combine:
1 c mashed ripe banana
2/4 c sugar
½ c plain low-fat yogurt
¼ c canola oil
Coat loaf pan with cooking spray and pour in batter
Bake at 325* for one hour and 15 minutes or so.
TIME IN A BOTTLE
Since my watercolor class of a few weeks ago, I am attempting to draw more. Especially faces at which I SUCK (sorry).
So of course, in keeping with The Secret and other things I have been given/reminded of lately, that the right thing always shows up when we need it, if we are ready to recieve, I must recieve. I must have been WAY ready because my drawing textbook from Elmore Morgan's class just unearthed inself from somewhere in my piles of stuff!
My time in a bottle that just resufaced, remembers grueling hours sitting on a wooden bench, no back to lean on, and endless criricisms and little praise.
Perhaps the quote that really awakened me, this morning, from the forward of The Natural Way to Draw, by KIMON NICOLIDES, may resonate with you too. "There is no such thing as getting more than you put into anything."
ouch.
Since my watercolor class of a few weeks ago, I am attempting to draw more. Especially faces at which I SUCK (sorry).
So of course, in keeping with The Secret and other things I have been given/reminded of lately, that the right thing always shows up when we need it, if we are ready to recieve, I must recieve. I must have been WAY ready because my drawing textbook from Elmore Morgan's class just unearthed inself from somewhere in my piles of stuff!
My time in a bottle that just resufaced, remembers grueling hours sitting on a wooden bench, no back to lean on, and endless criricisms and little praise.
Perhaps the quote that really awakened me, this morning, from the forward of The Natural Way to Draw, by KIMON NICOLIDES, may resonate with you too. "There is no such thing as getting more than you put into anything."
ouch.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
SACRED BLESSINGS
Inspiration. a breathing in; any stimulus to creative thought or action.
WEBSTERS NEW WORD DICTIONARY
Some days I have words and somedays I don't. I recently found an old notebook with art and words I'd like to share.
Ideas, feelings and emotions sometime seem to explode from within and sometimes niggle and ooky out slowly and unsurely. A sketchbook or journal can nudge these nigglings and ookyings along.
The very act of putting pen to paper or brush to canvas can transport moods into visability. Although this may seem hard at times, the rewards are great. Our thoughts and dreams deserve embodiment.
Inspiration. a breathing in; any stimulus to creative thought or action.
WEBSTERS NEW WORD DICTIONARY
Some days I have words and somedays I don't. I recently found an old notebook with art and words I'd like to share.
Ideas, feelings and emotions sometime seem to explode from within and sometimes niggle and ooky out slowly and unsurely. A sketchbook or journal can nudge these nigglings and ookyings along.
The very act of putting pen to paper or brush to canvas can transport moods into visability. Although this may seem hard at times, the rewards are great. Our thoughts and dreams deserve embodiment.
Monday, April 16, 2012
SACRED BLESSINGS
I used to hide out in his pretty smile
Hope it would shine me through the morrow
Until I learned the way it feels to be the man
Who sings the world a smile
Without a soul to share his sorrow
Michael's Song-Nancy Griffith
I am moved beyond measure by my oldest grandson, my Marine-boy's ability to excell.
He is a father and a husband and he brings joy to those around him.
On his Easter visit he talked about nutrition courses he has recently taken and he is so knowledgeable and sincere. I would trust him with my life. I do.
I used to hide out in his pretty smile
Hope it would shine me through the morrow
Until I learned the way it feels to be the man
Who sings the world a smile
Without a soul to share his sorrow
Michael's Song-Nancy Griffith
I am moved beyond measure by my oldest grandson, my Marine-boy's ability to excell.
He is a father and a husband and he brings joy to those around him.
On his Easter visit he talked about nutrition courses he has recently taken and he is so knowledgeable and sincere. I would trust him with my life. I do.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
SACRED BLESSINGS
"...we all belong to two families: our family of choice and our family of origin." Ashly Judd
I have long been a fan of anything "Judd." After seeing Ashley on a tv interview about her new book, I put it on my un-written-down reading list and promptly forgot it.
Yesterday, while waiting for my chair aerobics class (yes you heard right=thank you Aunt Kakie), I found a cabinet with books to borrow and right on top was All That Is Bitter & Sweet, Ashley's book. I began it last night and do indeed love her and it. I am also enjoying her tv series, Missing.
Today, Papa and I cleaned the yard and courtyard and mowed the grass. I couldn't help thinking, "I wish it had looked like this when we had our Easter crawfish boil." Well really! Our house and yard looked just as it was supposed to look, filled with members of our family of origin and also our families of choice!
It's been a long time coming but I think I'm catching on.
"...we all belong to two families: our family of choice and our family of origin." Ashly Judd
I have long been a fan of anything "Judd." After seeing Ashley on a tv interview about her new book, I put it on my un-written-down reading list and promptly forgot it.
Yesterday, while waiting for my chair aerobics class (yes you heard right=thank you Aunt Kakie), I found a cabinet with books to borrow and right on top was All That Is Bitter & Sweet, Ashley's book. I began it last night and do indeed love her and it. I am also enjoying her tv series, Missing.
Today, Papa and I cleaned the yard and courtyard and mowed the grass. I couldn't help thinking, "I wish it had looked like this when we had our Easter crawfish boil." Well really! Our house and yard looked just as it was supposed to look, filled with members of our family of origin and also our families of choice!
It's been a long time coming but I think I'm catching on.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
SACRED BLESSINGS
After two unpleasant nights away from my home and having a breathing machine helping me sleep, I went today to get my own. It was determined that I did need a slow, gentle amount of air to help me breathe better, which I think means a low dose of air. This should help me sleep more and snore less.
I have been reluctant to do this but have now decided that it a blessing that this kind of help is available. I have decided to be a "big girl" and not dwell on it too much and I have decided to be thankful.
Nameste.
After two unpleasant nights away from my home and having a breathing machine helping me sleep, I went today to get my own. It was determined that I did need a slow, gentle amount of air to help me breathe better, which I think means a low dose of air. This should help me sleep more and snore less.
I have been reluctant to do this but have now decided that it a blessing that this kind of help is available. I have decided to be a "big girl" and not dwell on it too much and I have decided to be thankful.
Nameste.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
SACRED BLESSINGS
the hope of wonder
the wonder of hope
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For years my next door neighbor has had this climbing rose growing near my fence. It changes to several luscious colors as it opens. I thought is would be wonderful to have one on our side as well.
My neice, the clematis collector, identified it as Joseph's Coat, and we recently bought one at a Baton Rouge nursery. Soon after it had two buds and today there were three roses blooming! I had to bring one inside to scrutinize thoughly, but also to remind me to go outside and enjoy the others. Sometimes days can pass by and I forget to see the magic that is happening around me.
Since this is the season of Easter, and our Father's resurrection, I am feeling hopeful.
For today at least I will "stop and smell the roses."
I hope you do too.
Nameste.
the hope of wonder
the wonder of hope
.JPG)
For years my next door neighbor has had this climbing rose growing near my fence. It changes to several luscious colors as it opens. I thought is would be wonderful to have one on our side as well.
My neice, the clematis collector, identified it as Joseph's Coat, and we recently bought one at a Baton Rouge nursery. Soon after it had two buds and today there were three roses blooming! I had to bring one inside to scrutinize thoughly, but also to remind me to go outside and enjoy the others. Sometimes days can pass by and I forget to see the magic that is happening around me.
Since this is the season of Easter, and our Father's resurrection, I am feeling hopeful.
For today at least I will "stop and smell the roses."
I hope you do too.
Nameste.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
BEING GIFTED
Recently, I have been "gifted" by various luscious things, by my children..One, the queen sized bed from my eldest daughter. It keeps me from slipping toward the sinking middle! It sits higher off the floor than my old one, and indeed I do feel like a queen when I crawl into it.
My computer, I inherited from my eldest son a couple of years ago, and I am most grateful to both him and it.
My second daughter gave me a set of giant golden wings a few weeks ago=we have a matching set. I recieved them at a jam session in Gueydan Louisiana. I laughed when I was told, "ROS, you earned you wings in Gueydan!!" They hang on either side of my large art table. I love them!!!
My long awaited reiki room, carved out of a storage area, has been filled with overflow art since I returned from a summer in Colorado. I have finally cleared and cleaned and feng shuied it(St. Michael working again?) . Now it is ready for my first client. I confess it is probably ready before I am, since I'm still in my hermetic, "girl cave" mode.
While shuffling things around and making it again my sacred space, I unearthed a box shipped to me last year by my Kansas daughter. Some soft silk window panels that I had admired in her bedroom had become mine. The soft aqua blue ones are the color of the walls and the rusty amber one can serve as a blackout curtain if needed. It makes that space complete.
Do I feel blest?
Indeed.
Recently, I have been "gifted" by various luscious things, by my children..One, the queen sized bed from my eldest daughter. It keeps me from slipping toward the sinking middle! It sits higher off the floor than my old one, and indeed I do feel like a queen when I crawl into it.
My computer, I inherited from my eldest son a couple of years ago, and I am most grateful to both him and it.
My second daughter gave me a set of giant golden wings a few weeks ago=we have a matching set. I recieved them at a jam session in Gueydan Louisiana. I laughed when I was told, "ROS, you earned you wings in Gueydan!!" They hang on either side of my large art table. I love them!!!
My long awaited reiki room, carved out of a storage area, has been filled with overflow art since I returned from a summer in Colorado. I have finally cleared and cleaned and feng shuied it(St. Michael working again?) . Now it is ready for my first client. I confess it is probably ready before I am, since I'm still in my hermetic, "girl cave" mode.
While shuffling things around and making it again my sacred space, I unearthed a box shipped to me last year by my Kansas daughter. Some soft silk window panels that I had admired in her bedroom had become mine. The soft aqua blue ones are the color of the walls and the rusty amber one can serve as a blackout curtain if needed. It makes that space complete.
Do I feel blest?
Indeed.
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