Wednesday, December 31, 2008
You learn something every time you paint. Sometimes you learn that your'e not the hot stuff you think you are!
Friday, December 26, 2008
This beautiful poem was published in the VictoriaTimes Colonist last Christmas season. I tried to track down the author but had no luck. It makes me feel such a sense of place. Although it appears to have been written about Vancouver Island, I feel the same way as I walk through the Columbia Valley winter landscape.
Clock of the Wind
I follow the path to the winter stream,
past the confetti of huckleberry leaves
to pick maple leaves caught in the sword ferns,
to keep the David Austin roses warm.
It's nearly Solstice.
I follow the water's sound,
the tree branch sound,
listen to the clock of the wind
winding through the hemlocks.
I'm bound to this place
like the small dark birds
I can't name
who have found their home
in the crowned branches of the salmonberries.
I listen for their heatbeats. Their wingbeats.
And these dark days,
when the sun stands still,
I want to hang broken mirrors, small clocks
and castanets from the apple trees.
Bring back the light.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
And check out all the portraits at different strokes from different folks.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
This is my attempt. Please check out the others. And look for yours truly!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Goddess, you create day and night,
Rolling away light before darkness,
Darkness before light,
Thank you for the darkness,
Without it we could not appreciate the light.
By the darkness we can measure blessing-
Health by sickness,
Laughter by tears,
Riches by poverty,
Freedom by oppression.
In memory of ancient light after darkness, let us light a candle.
A candle is small,
Nor far from where it brightly flames the darkness closes in.
But candles light other candles,
And light draws strength from light.
Each night of life let us add candles;
The candle of hope.
The candle of faith.
The candle of brave deeds.
The candle of freedom.
Thank you for the darkness.
Thank you for the light.
a thank you to the author of this prayer.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Faye Phillips tagged me!
(Bad Faye, bad artist).
I have been dithering ever since about what to put down, harassing people to help me think about what is unusual about me... So here goes:
Five unusual things about me:
I love the smell of crude oil, it’s so chunky, oily, rich that I want to eat it. I grew up in the oilfields, my Dad worked for Pure Oil company.
I was a mail-order bride (sort-of). I married a man I met through the “Mother Earth News”.
I do everything with my right hand except use scissors.
I have a Crazy Ravens hat that I have worn to art openings.
The area I grew up in is famous for its’ white squirrels.
I would recommend people to view the following blogs:
Monday, December 15, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
The holly and the ivy
Now both are full well grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir
Holly and ivy both grow in abundance in Victoria. I wish I could have brought a bushel of beautiful holly home.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
I am off to Victoria B.C. tomorrow to visit my eldest daughter. I hope to take lots of photographs for painting later. I also have several competitions, etc. to prepare for. January will start me off busily! I hope 2009 is a very good year.