Work of Art ...Thankful Heart

A friend recently sent me an image with the caption…Earth without ART is just ‘Eh’. I don’t know about the Earth but I do know my little dot of the world would be very dull without art.

I am so very thankful that I have the opportunity to rise each day and have a place to go create art. Grateful heart through art.

I have a different view of the world. I look through a different lens, art lets me view things differently. Where some may see washed out shades of gray, I see shades of sunshine and blue skies. A grateful heart seeks a different perspective, grows a thankful attitude. Investing in gratitude daily is a gift in health, success, and joy.

Grateful heart through art. Through art I’ve met some wonderful people who share my passion, who encourage, support and continue to inspire me. Grateful heart through art.

Art is created and purchased for many reasons. For me, creating a piece starts with an idea but almost always finishes miles away from the original starting point! My day can be the same way, I make plans and then one call, one situation can take me way off course. But, if I’ve taken a few minutes at the beginning of my day, being thankful for all my blessings, (even if I have to try hard to see a blessing in some circumstance) I’ve invested in a heart filled with gratitude. Grateful heart through art.

Creating art is a daily gift I get to unwrap daily! Grateful heart through art.

A few quotes I love:

If you’re an artist, and your friends are artists, they are not competition, they are your inspiration. Support them!

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time…Thomas Merton

Creativity takes courage…Henri Matisse

Painting is easy when you don’t know how, but very difficult when you do…Edgar Degas

Painting is self-discovery: every good artist paints what he is…Jackson Pollock (wow, so somedays this means I’m a big mess?!)

Thanks for reading. Go and create with a grateful heart. Work of Art…Thankful Heart.

I Still Hear

I Still Hear your voice. I still see you (especially in the mirror!). But, most of all, I still miss you.

I opened an email this morning from an artist friend. She had written a beautiful tribute to her mother about the greatest gift her mother gave her. At the end of the tribute, she posed the question-Did your Mother share a gift with you that you’ll never forget?

I’ve thought about this question for most of the morning. My Mom was an example of giving. She loved, loved to give. When she said, “I’d rather give than to receive” she meant it one hundred percent. She didn’t always have the means, but the gifts she gave were truly from her heart. And, she always thought of the person and what they might like to receive. She took gifts to her doctors, her hair stylist, her neighbors, her postal carrier. She was just a giving person and truly didn’t expect anything in return.

If I have to name ONE gift that means the most to me, besides the many examples of selflessness, wisdom, strength, perseverance, kindness, I can go on and on…(I can’t name just one) But, the gift that I’ll never forget, an unexpected posthumous, are her journals. My mom gave me an envelope year(s) before she left for heaven. She told me when it was the right time, everything I needed to know was in the envelope. I filed it unopened.  In that envelope were her legal papers and her journals. It took a great length of time before I could sit and read her journals. With many pauses and tissues I finished them with a different appreciation for my Mom. It was hard but it was insightful and in some ways healing. She wrote from her heart. Her last years were difficult for many reasons mostly losing her independence which she valued so dearly. But, she expressed her fears, her loneliness, her loves, even her disappointments. She was a loving, giving lady of strength, determination, and “true grit” but she also had vulnerabilities she rarely displayed…like most moms! I would not have changed a thing about her.  

One of the key takeaway from her journals…

Make time.

Call often.

Visit.

Take time out for a meal.

Make the time, you will make your loved ones time, a lot less lonely and it will be in the things you treasure one day.

I wish she were here, for me to make more time.

She’s dancing her way through Heaven!!

I love you, Mom…you were the best!

Oh, the best gift my artist friends mom gave her…a box of 72 Crayons…and how far those colors have taken her!

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Take the Rain Away

Rain Rain go away…

After a few days of rain we are ready for the clouds to roll away and the sun to shine upon us! Then we go without rain for weeks, months, and in some areas years!! Then we are begging for the heavens to open and pour water upon us.

I love Spring. It is the sign of new life. After a cold winter nature presents us with fields blanketed with wildflowers in all the shades in a Crayola box -  blues, reds, purples, pinks, oranges, and yellows. The fall rains help to prepare the dormant seeds for a royal entrance in the early spring.

Rain is essential - life depends on it. Every living thing must have water to survive, thrive and replenish. There are times that we get too much rain at one time and the overflow causes flooding leaving behind devastation. And, a long time between rainfall brings on a drought with disastrous results, too.

On a personal note, our life can be filled with abundance and drought, a spiritual drought. But, there is Living Water that is a shelter through storms that enter our life.  We can make it through a storm, knowing there is someone walking with us or even carrying us.

One of my favorite things is when the threat of a freeze or frost has past and it is time to plant new flowers for spring. One year I just couldn’t wait. It had been a long winter, I was ready for new beginnings. I spent hours making the dirt ready and getting all the plants in the ground. Later that evening, a torrential downpour and wind threatened to ruin all of my hard work and destroy my tiny new plants. When I walked outside the next morning, there were a few tender plants uprooted. I carefully replanted them and in a few days, nourished by bright sunshine, they sprung to life and thrived.

As with nature, we often come through stronger, more determined that we stood up in the storm. We may have some scars but they are just a reminder of how we made it through a storm of life.

Take the Rain Away

Take the Rain Away