HAS IT BEEN THAAAAT LONG?

Such a very long time since this journal has gone without any updates. Seems a shame considering once upon a time I regularly wrote in it. It was a diary of sorts, and I have neglected it.

 

I sold this painting I recently completed. I was happy, but it was difficult for me to let go of, because it is one I truly liked. I do not say that often about any of my paintings. However, I felt a wee bit proud that someone liked it enough to purchase it. ::smile::

"MEDITATION"~oil

 

After that one was finished, I did this very small 5" x 7" painting of flowers. I think I have an addiction to florals.

"LA FLEUR ORANGE"~oil

At the request of my niece, I am currently working on an oil portrait of her and her dog. She wants me to give it to her as a Christmas gift, and I am nearly done with it. It has been challenging, to say the least.

 

I have found some of the most spectacular poets online. In my spare time, I read their poetry, and I am totally in awe of their gift with words. I even bought two poets' books. They are THAT good.

 

I piddle around writing some of my own poems. But, none compare to the brilliant poems that are online. I will close this entry with two of my own meager attempts to express my thoughts via poetry.

 

One day soon I hope to catch up on my reading of blogs here on AOL. And I will!

 

 

Tags: poetry, art, blogs, poets, journal

2nd YIKES! Paintings

VOYEUR~acrylic~1st in Mask Series

I decided to do a series of mask paintings. Masks have always fascinated me. I envision days of the past when masquerade balls were held, and each guest absolutely had to have a mask. I am currently working on the fourth in the series. I do not know how many I will eventually paint, but I am thoroughly loving trying new techniques and coming up with various compositions. I am also in the process of painting a watercolor portrait of the two-year-old son of a dear friend of mine.

HAUGHTY DECADENCE~acrylic~2nd in Mask Series

FACE THE MUSIC~acrylic/mixed media~3rd in Mask Series

ROSE~my first oil paint attempt

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YIKES! (Poetry)

I am shocked that I have not written here for three months. Guess our parents were telling the truth when they said that time flies as we get older. ::proud knowing my parents always told us girls the truth::

 

Well, I have been busy with all sorts of activities and happy about them. AND March Madness is here, to boot! I do love my college basketball.

 

Aside from the family and social functions and obligations, I have continued to pursue art and writing. These are some of the poems/prose I have completed since my last post.

I am selfish

Sometimes

Not very often

I know when to be

 

Demands, disappointments

Chaos reigns in my mind

 

Quelled shouts

Noiseless dark fury

Optimism spirals downward

Fatigue the constant companion

 

Crying from the inside

Tears begging for release

 

The time arrives

An internal alarm clock

Shrill, nonstop beeping

Bellowing to be silenced

 

Enough, enough, enough

Withdrawing begins

 

It becomes about me

Me

Alone

Solo

 

A sojourn to renewal

Ultimately benefiting all

 

 

*~Nikki/Bedazzled~*

 

 

 

 

 

Memory Lane

is that long road

curving and winding

the scenery ever changing

for a time

sheltering trees line it

offering protection

gladdening my heart

before giving way to

vast expanses of desert sand

the emptiness wearisome

joyless

bleak

dead

anxious to escape

to yonder fields

dotted with life

crimson poppies calling

amidst the vibrant green

refreshing my senses

bringing me hope

journeying on

along chilling cliffs

paralyzed lungs

futilely clutching breath

at dizzying heights

reeling

staggering forward

on this path

desperate to reach

the distant rainbow

 

 

*~Nikki/Bedazzled~*

 

 

 

 

The bitter cold increases

permeating my bones

 

Feeble limbs shiver in vain

fighting the invisible dead

 

Numbness overwhelms me

warmth a distant memory

 

Icy fingers surround my heart

crushing it with indifference

 

The beat ominously slowing

a casualty of your idea of love

 

 

 

*~Nikki/Bedazzled~*

 

 

 

 

 

Look at me

Notice how I carry myself

Shoulders back

Chin held high

 

My step is sure and steady

Rounded hips swaying gently

Easily conversing with others

Laughter tumbling past my lips

 

The picture of confidence

 

Do not touch me

For I am made of ice

The warmth of your hands

Might melt my barrier

 

Too many wounds frozen over

Arctic bitterness holds me

My embrace of choice

Safety for my soul

 

The enigmatic ice princess

 

 

 

*~Nikki/Bedazzled~*

 

She could see the colors

of the glorious wind

Revealed only to her

for she herself was a whirlwind

 

Two distinctly different entities

Unified as one

 

During soft moments in time

the gentle breeze was azure

A smile played on her face

while the wind whispered

 

They were knowing friends

She and the wind

 

Mysteriously gray and purple currents

traced her body when she despaired

The calming touches soothed her mind

and knotted muscles loosened

 

Together

Helping and healing

 

Tempests were a crimson hue

matching her fury and wrath

She wildly twirled in the madness

until her energy was spent

 

No judgment

Only a release

 

Invisible to all others

she was privilege to its many shades

Matching her own complexities

sharing countless passions

 

Honored

The wind colored her world

 

 

*~Nikki/Bedazzled~*

2008

The calendar is new.

Devoid of handwriting.

Fresh, clean pages.

None marked by ink.

Unsullied days and numbers.

 

But is it really spotless?

 

The what was exists.

It cannot just disappear.

Dates sparking memories.

A part of me claimed.

Life's events entwined within.

 

Would I want them to vanish?

 

Amidst the angst lives joy.

Laughter dwells with tears.

Hope struggles with despair.

Love defies aversion.

Illness tries to pierce wellness.

 

Do they not help define me?

 

I am the why.

The how.

The because.

The who.

The what is.

 

The will be to come from the newness.

 

*~Nikki/Bedazzled~*

 

 

 

Tags: 2008, poetry

JOY

 

This is my just-finished pastel painting. When I became overwhelmed by all sorts of emotions and activities during this especially busy time of year, I had to turn to something to restore the calm within me. Creating art~good or bad~is magic for my soul.

 

And I titled this painting "JOY"...which is what I wish for each and every one of you.

 

Merry Christmas and much love~

 

Nikki

 

"The joy of brightening other lives, bearing each others' burdens, easing others' loads and supplanting empty hearts and lives with generous gifts becomes for us the magic of Christmas." ~W. C. Jones

 

Run your fingers through my soul~

A NEEDED NUDGE

Alas, a gentle nudge from Mary prompted me to post an entry in my journal. While I probably have nothing that is of particular interest to anyone, I did begin this blog for the purpose of documenting my days, thoughts, activities, and memories. Abandoning it was never my intention.

 

I am still reeling and deeply saddened from the passing of my friend Patrick. 39 years of age and succumbing to cancer, leaving behind a wife and an 11-month old, a three-year-old, and an eight-year-old, just does not fit into the way I think life should be.

 

As always, I continue to paint. I keep telling myself that one of these days I will create a painting that is of significance. It has yet to happen, but the joy I get from the effort and experimentation is worth it to me. These are the latest paintings I have done.

 

The two canvases on easels are quite tiny. They measure five inches from the bottom of the easel to the very top. The canvases are only 2" x 2"! I made them as Christmas tree ornaments for my children, as I do each year. The roses painting is for my son who loves roses, and the floral landscape is for my daughter~

 

 

Seahorses enchant me. They always have. They mate for life. AND the male carries the offspring. This is called "Sea Grace"~

 

 

Mermaids also intrigue me. What must they be thinking? Titled "Land's Allure"~

 

This one was a very different technique for me. I attended a one-day workshop to learn the basics of painting watercolors on gesso-prepared paper. The sky actually has purples in it, too, but the camera refused to capture them. I am eager to try this technique again after the holidays. Named "Forgotten"~

 

 

I painted the following for my niece who requested it as her Christmas gift. I practically went blind painting it! Too many details and windows. It is of the Don CeSar Beach Resort in Florida (also known as The Pink Palace)...her favorite place to vacation. Aptly titled "Don CeSar Beach Resort, Florida"~

 

 

This was a birthday gift for a beloved artist friend of mine. I painted it from a photograph of him working on a painting. So, the painting within the painting is one of his (although his is magnificent). Named "The Master's Touch"~

 

 

There have been a few more paintings, but I think I have made you yawn enough already!

 

Life has been kind to me and mine. I am grateful for each day.

 

"If the essence of my being has caused a smile to have appeared upon your face or a touch of joy within your heart, then in living I have made my mark." ~Thomas L. Odem, Jr.

 

Run your fingers through my soul~

PATRICK~ThisItalianGuy

 

You were loved well and by many, my friend. And you will be deeply missed. But I cannot wrap my mind around the fact that you are no longer here.

 

"Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul."

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

OH, THE IRONY!

I finished this painting on Wednesday, September 12. Its title is FREE FALL. A simple painting that I suppose can be interpreted in numerous ways. What I intended for it to represent is the path that one's heart takes as it swoops and curves when it is falling in love. A free fall through the beautiful sky.

And it was more than ironic when on Friday, September 14, I awoke early feeling very odd...sickly even. I blew off the dizziness, chest discomfort, and overwhelming fatigue as being caused by lack of sleep. I took my daughter to work without letting her know I was feeling poorly. During the short drive, I sent silent prayers to God asking for Him to please let me get her safely to work and to please let me make it home. Sleep would help me feel better, I was certain. Sleep did not come. More discomfort did, however. I grew restless and concerned, and it was still morning. Perhaps I was just anxious, so I checked my pulse. It had a very strange rhythm to it.

 

I called my mother. Isn't that what daughters do when they feel sick? She suggested I call my family doctor. Following her advice, I called him. He was out of town, and his nurse suggested I go to an urgent care clinic or to the hospital. Uh...no way was I going to the emergency room.

 

Because I knew I could never attempt the drive there alone, I called my husband. He was on his way to a golf outing. I truly felt bad asking him if he could come home and take me to the local care center, but I was afraid I would faint and cause a crash. I still suspected lack of sleep as being the cause of this very weird feeling I had.

 

It took the urgent care physician all of about three minutes to suggest an EKG be run. No problem. Strip from the waist up, put on the little paper gown (that is not even as thick as a paper towel), leave the opening in the front. He slapped on the little adhesive conductor things, attached the lines, turned on the machine...and within seconds he was putting nitroglycerin under my tongue. WHAAAAAT? The testing was completed just as he was telling me he was calling an ambulance. HUH? My heart was in atrial fibrillation, and there was a possibility I was having a heart attack. He inserted an IV into my arm.

 

Yes, my eyes welled up, but I did not cry. I asked my hubby to call Mom to find out the name of her cardiologist at the hospital I prefer. Then, the paramedics helped transfer me to the gurney. I told them to close their eyes so they wouldn't be forced to view old lady boobs. Stupid paper gown.

 

My first time ever riding in an ambulance. The men were very nice, and I chatted while we were on our way. I asked many questions about their job. I was scared to death, but what good does it do to get worked up about what was already happening? Talking and joking kept me from dwelling on the possibilities.

 

The ER staff was wonderful. My heart was, indeed, out of rhythm. Meds were given to me, and blood was drawn for testing of cardiac enzymes to see if a heart attack had occurred.

 

I was not allowed to come home. After about five hours, I said I was feeling much better. Couldn't I just go on home? Nooooooo, they said. So I spent Friday, Saturday, and part of Sunday being monitored, put on blood thinners to dissolve any potential clots (the additional shots of blood thinners that were injected into my stomach were charming).

 

My orders while there were bed rest. Ugh. I was allowed to go to the bathroom with assistance. Pfffft. Thanks, butno thanks. I went by myself. Late Saturday afternoon I pleaded with the doc to let me roam the hospital, and I was granted permission as long as I had my heart monitor with me. WOO HOO! Hubby and I strolled down to the gift shop. I wanted some magazines. Well, that was one fabulous hospital store, because they had a curio cabinet filled with excellent vintage and estate jewelry. My eyes instantly went to a beautiful smoky topaz (my birthstone) ring. Price was not too bad, either. Hubby ignored my lavish praise of the ring and kept walking. BUZZKILL.

 

Returning to my room, I rested for a bit, then hubby left. A-ha! On my own AND armed with a credit card. I told the nurse I was going shopping! The gift shop was open, and I am now the proud owner of an extremely lovely topaz ring. A little souvenir of an eventful (albeit frightening) weekend.

 

I have been poked and prodded and examined every which way, and the exact cause of my irregular heart rhythm episode cannot be determined. I do have a low potassium level, which the cardiologist feels may have played a role in it. Potassium supplements have been ordered. Other than that, my heart rhythm is back to normal. I am being weaned off the Coumadin (blood thinner). I just have to pay more attention to myself and not write off bizarre sensations as flukes. I think I can do that!

 

But I am uncertain I will be painting anymore pictures of hearts. ::smile::

 

Run your fingers through my soul~

I KNOW, I KNOW...

Yes, I know that today is the sixth anniversary of the horrid attack on our country. What can be said about it that has not already been said?

For me, I spent the day continuing to believe that there is far more good in this world than evil. And I will keep on believing that.

"Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other." ~Rainer Maria Rilke

ETCETERA

"HE LOVES ME NOT"  

It has been far too long since I have written in this journal. I think I have had too much to say about many subjects, and I elected to remain quiet. Not that all is good or bad in my world...it just "is."

The puppy continues to grow, but she is still a cuddly thing. We had a name battle at the beginning. I disliked the name my daughter chose. Yes, it is her dog...but yours truly spends a lot of time around it. I wanted a name I liked. After maybe five or six different tries (yes, the vet said it was okay to change her name, since she was still very young), we finally settled on one we all like. Sierra. And the name suits her well.

 

My sister was taken to the emergency room with what the neurologists thought was a brain aneurysm. They saw it on the CT and MRI films. It was an ugly time for her...and all of the rest of us. We suffered horrendous flashbacks, and some seemingly forgotten memories of Daddy's brain aneurysm rupture resurfaced. After a particular procedure was performed on her, it was discovered that the aneurysm was really just a collection of blood vessels that is somewhat of an anomaly. No aneurysm. We sent up many prayers of thanks. She is doing fine. Now to bury those horrid memories...

"LIGHT COMES"

I have been painting a bit. I hope I will always have that to turn to. Good or bad results, I still like how I feel when I am fiddling around with paints or pastels.

Mom is doing okay. I need to accept that there are just some things that are never going to be the way they were. More doctor visits. More aches and pains. She is mentally extremely sharp, and a delight to be with. We girls go to lunch with her every week or two. I try to call her each day just to blab and check to make sure all is well.

 

There is a spectacular 121-acre garden/park nearby. One of my sisters and I spent a Saturday there with cameras in hand. A woodcarver had an exhibit at that time. The theme was BIG BUGS! And big bugs they were! Made entirely out of wood. Those along with the beauty that can always be found at the garden made it a grand day.

That is about all I care to discuss at the moment. Suffice it to say that I am continuing to explore and learn. That thrills me.

 

Have I mentioned how much I love my family and friends? No. Hmmm. I need to fix that. I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU.

 

My wishes for happiness in your worlds!

 

Nikki~

 

Run your fingers through my soul~

THIS...

...now resides in my home. I did not want it. I had repeatedly stated that I did not want a new dog. That I was not emotionally ready to handle having another dog after losing my poochie in December. I was adamant.

Yet my daughter brought THIS home anyway. I tried not to like this puppy. But she is a carbon copy of my beloved poochie. And I melted when I held her. I love the softness of her fur and her puppy scent. I love how small she is...for now. I love her beautiful eyes. I love her playfulness. I love how she looks when she is asleep. I hate potty training her. ::smile::

 

Oh, and my mother had her heart operation. It went very, very well. I stayed with her for a few days once she was discharged. Unfortunately, the procedure triggered an extremely painful attack of her arthritis, which has limited her ability to move around or use one of her hands. But, it should pass within a couple of weeks. I am simply grateful that her heart problems seem to have been corrected as best as possible.

 

And I am busy exploring some new things in my life. Always up for learning and discovering.

 

Life is good...even with a few bumps and bruises acquired during it.

"Buy a pup and your money will buy love unflinching." ~Rudyard Kipling

Run your fingers through my soul~

TOGETHER

Times together can be wonderful ones. The making of memories before your very eyes. Moments captured and cherished.

One of the most painful aspects of losing someone is that there are no more opportunities for new memories to be made. We are grateful for the ones we do have stored in our minds, and we fondly recall the laughter and love. During anguished times, we call upon and cling to those treasured memories like a lifeline.

 

Having lost my father five years ago (or was it only yesterday?), I have struggled with and fought the fact that I cannot create any new memories with him.

 

Well, I made a brand new one. ::beaming:: I am beyond excited. I conversed with him throughout it. I felt him with me...guiding me...helping me.

 

You see, the above painting was one of the very last ones he was working on when his brain aneurysm struck. It left him unable to draw. That painting sat unfinished on his drafting table. Incomplete. The ideas he had for its completion never to be realized by him.

 

He had to relearn how to write his name, an arduous task in itself. I bought him sketch pads and pencils. I tried to coax that fabulous artistic talent of his to come to the foreground once again. It was sad to see the pain sweep across his eyes at the realization that his brain and hand simply could not work together to once again produce beauty. The pads and pencils were discreetly put away.

 

I had wanted to finish it. I had no photograph to follow. Nothing to let me know what it was he had planned on adding to the scene. I could only see an unfinished house and an incomplete landscape. The sky and trees were expertly done by him and only needed a few more touches of my paintbrush. And then I began to make it my painting, too. I made the house the way I thought it should be. The color to my liking. Windows how I wanted them. I put a wreath on the front door to add some holiday warmth. A fence along the right side of the barn. Heavy snow atop the house and barn roofs. A driveway once shoveled but quickly succumbing to the falling snow that I added. A soft background of unblemished snow.

 

We were together again. Working together. Creating together. Being together. Making a fresh memory.   

 

And it was grand.

 

"What you need to know about the past is that no matter what has happened, it has all worked together to bring you to this very moment. And this is the moment you can choose to make everything new. Right now." ~Unknown

 

 

Run your fingers through my soul~

PREMONITION

Whether or not people think premonitions are a bunch of hooey makes no difference to me. I know...KNOW...they are not. I have had enough of them to be able to discern the difference between a seemingly random coincidence and a strong premonition.

Sometimes I am not as sure that coincidences are coincidences at all, but instead milder, kinder, softer premonitions. But, that is not the subject of this entry. Premonitions are.

 

I get them. And when I do, my stomach churns from the lightning-swift warning. I get an almost violent and overwhelming surge of anxiety. I have been known to jump to my feet from a sitting position when a premonition strikes. My brain races to process the information the premonition has imparted. It all happens within but a few seconds.

 

Then I am left to determine what I should do about the forewarning I have been given. I COULD ignore it. Ah, but I have learned not to do that. Why? Because they are almost always correct. In some cases with immediate action on my part, I have been able to prevent the "bad" thing from playing out in its grim entirety. I stopped it in its tracks. I could give many examples that just might knock off your socks, but I am not trying to convince anyone to believe as I do. I am simply explaining me...and this peculiar trait of mine.

 

I have to admit that it stuns me when I see just how accurate the forewarning was. I have cried when all was said and done. Cried from relief that the scenario was altered to conclude with a more positive ending.

 

Not all of the premonitions that I have require action. Or maybe not instant action. They still deliver a tremendous wallop or a sensation of being physically ill, however.

 

There is one that has plagued me since December of last year. It has never left me. And it is growing stronger and stronger. I have done all I can to ensure that it does not come to pass, and I will continue to do so. Unfortunately, it is one that limits just how much I can do. I seek new avenues to circumvent its path, and maybe I have made some headway. I just have not been able to stop it. All indications are that it is proceeding, perhaps at a slower pace, but still moving. 

 

The worst part? I already know it cannot be stopped. I feel it. It hovers. It gets pushed back a step or two, then it takes a leap forward...making up its lost ground. It will happen. Nothing will stop it.

 

And I hate it. I hate that I know it is there. Lurking. Damaging. Winning.

 

"Have you ever held something beautiful and know that it will eventually die?" ~The Blind Man by The God Machine

Tags: Premonitions

MEMORIAL DAY

"These heroes are dead. They died for liberty-they died for us. They are at rest. They sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful willows, the embracing vines. They sleep beneath the shadow of the clouds, careless alike of sunshine or storm, each in the windowless palace of rest. Earth may run red with other wars-they are at peace. In the midst of the battles, in the roar of conflicts, they found the serenity of death." ~Unknown

Tags: Memorial Day

A WIN OR A LOSS?

Sometimes it is through losing that we realize we have actually won. Sounds like a contradiction, doesn't it? Well, it goes along with my longtime belief that out of bad comes good.

I have been caught in a bit of a downward spiral situation that managed to steal the essence of me. Swept up in it was my creative muse. Without it, I am hopelessly lost. Good or bad artist, I need to be able to create. Every single day. And I could not. Nothing. My easel was empty. My drafting table bare. No sparkling computer graphics designed. No poems written. I would wring my hands, despairing. The harder I tried to find my creativity, the more it eluded me.

 

That particular situation I was in the midst of has been resolved. I "lost" if it can be called that, since it was not a game to me. But even though there has been an end to it that is not to my liking, I have come away from it feeling more like the victor. Looking at what exists in my world...my REAL world...I am a winner. I am lucky. How could I not feel that way when I am so loved by my husband, children, mother, sisters, brothers-in-law, nieces, nephews, and friends? Reality smacked me upside the head and knocked some good old-fashioned sense into me. Thankfully. Surely there are things I wish were different, but perfection leaves little left to hope for.

 

And then there are the online people who I honestly feel I know as though they were here in my neighborhood. Like they are friends who pop into my home and spend time with me. The impact they have on me is a positive one. The comments written in my previous journal entry show that. The emails I received from some of them touched my heart. I wish I could post them here, but they were sent privately. If they had wanted others to read them, they would have written them in the comments section of the last entry of mine. Suffice it to say, I am so very grateful to all of you for the words of encouragement and advice. You add to my sense of victory.

 

So yes, in my losing, I see how much I have truly won and had already won.

 

On a terribly sad note, I only just last nite learned that one of those online people whose heart was as big as Texas passed away recently. Walt. Bonnie's Walt. The brilliant man with the amazing insights into life and human nature is gone. Gone from here, but thriving in a gentler and more beautiful place. We lost Walt, but we all won from knowing him.  

 

This quotation comes to me via Mary. Thank you, dear friend and sister princess.

 

"When you come to the end of all the light you know and it’s time to step into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing that one of two things shall happen. Either you will be given something solid to stand on or you will be taught to fly." ~Edward Teller 

 

 

Run your fingers through my soul~

LOST

Q & A

For my dear red-sneakered Chuckles, I am responding to some questions he has asked me. It is part of a meme that he has over at his blog. He asked for volunteers, and I was game for it! ::thinking about that:: I must have been experiencing a high fever at the time. ::grin::

Okay, here are his questions, followed by my answers.

 

1.  Your art is therapeutic, expressive, thoughtful, and fun, at turns.  When do you think that you produce your best art?

 

When I least expect it. Yep. I never have any idea what will be decent and what will be filed in my WTF IS THIS folder. I probably do the best when I do not overanalyze the beginning of it. I tend to be a perfectionist and used to trying to be so exact. I am slowly learning to loosen up. Happy, sad, mad, bad moods do not seem to affect the painting in any different ways. I think because the painting process itself is good for my soul.

 

2.  What is your favorite medium for expressing yourself?

 

Eek! Asking me a FAVORITE? I do not think I have one. I like all that I have used; however, there is a freedom I feel when using pastels that I do not get with watercolors and acrylics. Yet, this new abstract series I did was wildly exciting for me, and I used hydrus watercolors to create them.

 

3.  Your dad had a job that kept him on the road for a number of months every year, and featured a number of intensely busy times.  At the same time, he is your, and your sisters', hero.  How did he balancehis work life with his home life?  If he had the same job now, would he be able to be the same father to you?

 

Quite simply, the man never missed a single event the four of us girls had. He was there for our piano recitals, father/daughter functions, school performances, etc. The Sundays when he was home, we went to church, to the bakery, and then he would take the four of us on special outings like miniature golfing or fishing or just rides along the river. We would go out to dinner on Sundays fairly often, too. Nice restaurants. On our birthdays, the birthday girl had a "date with Daddy." Only the two of them. The birthday gal chose whatever restaurant she wanted, and that was where the two went. Oh, how I loved those special dinners. It was grand to be all alone with him. Not having to share him with anyone else. He knew how to let each one of us know how much we mattered to him.

 

If he had the same job now, he would still be able to be the same father to us. He would keep no job that would have disallowed it. We were THAT important to him.

 

Not long before his death, I sat next to him one nite. He was quite ill and was sound asleep. I did not want to leave him. I roamed down the hall to the nurses' station and asked if I could look through his chart. The nurse gave it to me, and I took it back to his room to sift through it. And I read something that I will never forget. It was from a questionnaire that was read to him when he first entered the nursing home, and he supplied the answers. One of the questions asked what he felt was his greatest accomplishment in his life. His answer? His four daughters.

 

My hero, indeed.

 

4.  How did your mother manage not to go insane?

 

Hey, she had four adorable daughters to keep her sane! Wait. That should have pushed her over the edge, huh? Mom is a very strong but gentle woman. She is a lady above all, and she was never one to berate or shout at us. She was easygoing enough to handle the times when Daddy was out of town. She also had a strong network of friends that she is still close to today. She was a member in bridge clubs, charity groups, etc., and I think spending time with her peers was a good outlet for her. She is a wonderful woman.

 

5.  You don't often speak of your husband in your blog.  This leaves us all wanting to know more about him.  Tell us of one annoying but cute habit that he has.

 

The hubby does read all of my blog/journal entries; however, he is not a big fan of the Internet. Chalk it up to the looney tunes he knows thrive in the online environment under the veil of anonymity.

 

He is a good man who has excellent morals and values. Very busily involved in church and choir and a Christian rock group. Which leads up to the annoying but cute habit he has. ::shudder:: He plays a mean guitar. He can and does read music, but he usually picks up the chords just by ear. And when he is learning a song, he will play portions...portions, mind you...over and over until I want to scratch out his eyes. It is like hearing the same drip from a leaky faucet again and again. By the time he has learned the entire song, I hate it from hearing the segments repetitively played. (Well, sometimes.)

 

There, my friend...did I do you proud?

 

If anyone would like to be the subject of my interrogation, please let me know!

 

"Who questions much, shall learn much, and retain much." ~Sir Francis Bacon

 

Run your fingers through my soul~

FUN!

I am having a real blast with my paints! Experimenting with techniques and creating abstracts is new to me, and I am loving it. There is a real sense of excitement I experience when I look at a completed abstract and try to see if I "feel" or "see" something in the painting and then come up with a title that fits.

And, bingo! I did with each of these three. I especially like that none of them look the same.

(Carnal Cosmos~Watercolor)

 

(Jellyfish Soiree~Watercolor)

 

(Filtered Hope~Watercolor)

 

The fun is mine...mine, I tell ya!

 

"I did not think; I experimented." ~Wilhelm Konrad von Roentgen

 

 

Run your fingers through my soul~

Tags: watercolor paintings

A HOME FOR EVERYTHING

This is a photograph of my daughter's new pet. Do I hear a collective "Awwww, isn't it so adorable" from all of you? Nah, I did not think so. ::grin::

 

Yep, this snake was a birthday gift to my daughter. One of her friends gave it to her. She was elated to receive it. My first reaction was not particularly a joyful one. I had mucho questions to ask before I knew whether or not to be calm or to wring the neck of her friend.

 

Calm won...eventually.

 

Since the death of our poochie near the end of December, my daughter keeps visiting pet stores and The Humane Society. She is on the prowl for a dog. Nuh uh. No way. I am not emotionally ready to replace that little bundle of white fur with another canine. Nor do I want a cat. I have endured a few snit fits from her when I put down my foot and refused to let her bring home any four-legged pet.

 

And it got me a snake in the house. So much for working around Mom's rules.

 

My daughter likes Khleo. He slithers around her wrist, up her back (and mine), and basically just travels and winds itself around anything and everything. She tends to him well making sure his aquarium home is the correct temperature and the water in the bowl is kept clean.

 

I admit I let out a semi-subdued shriek when the daughter told me there was a mouse in my freezer. WHAAAAAAAT? Oh yeah, she said. It is what I am to feed the snake. I told her under no circumstances was I to SEE the mouse. Fortunately, the mice are kept in plastic bags inside of a brown paper bag. All she has to do is heat each bag in warm water before feeding it to Khleo. I refer to them as "boil in a bag" dinners. And I take no part in doing it or observing it. I sure as heck am not going to watch it being devoured.

 

But, this snake adds to my daughter's happiness, and, in turn, that makes me happy.

 

I am a softy. ::sigh::

 

"I've always liked reptiles. I used to see the universe as a mammoth snake, and I used to see all the people and objects, landscapes, as little pictures in the facets of their scales. I think peristaltic motion is the basic life movement." ~Jim Morrison

 

Run your fingers through my soul~

Tags: Snakes

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

(Acrylics on canvas panel)

A typically busy time of year is the spring, and this year is no exception. I have been lax about posting entries, just as I have been about going on my journal/blog travels to those of you whose words I love reading. Soon, I will go on an around-the-world trip via this computer to visit all of you.

As for this journal o'mine, in recent weeks there have been many times I have wanted to sit down and write and write and write. Much I could say about a number of things, yet I choose not to. Maybe because sometimes saying less is saying more. I do wish our media would at least occasionally adhere to that school of thought. 

 

So, amidst the violent, horrendous, and upsetting occurrences of late, I worked on this painting. 'Tis sometimes my way of escaping the insanity that exists in this world of ours.

 

For the first time, I painted a picture that was based on a poem I wrote. A poem none of you will read. It is private. For me only. Its words define my existence.

 

It was an interesting experiment to see if I could make the two one and the same. I think I did it. I hope I did. I feel I did.

 

And just maybe while you view it, it will make you forget the ugly events for a time.

 

"Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards." ~Soren Kierkegaard

 

 

Run your fingers through my soul~

Tags: Acrylics, painting, Soren Kierkegaard