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January 31, 2009

blue hues...


winter angel,

sun sea sky

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January 29, 2009

closely . . .

a snipit of boho girl's cozy couch..

because if you look close enough,
you will see the beautiful details
of the heart. and suddenly, all that
distracting outward stuff just falls away...

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January 21, 2009

the thing about creativity.

along the pier, newport

its like this.
you dont have to necessarily make this gigantic huge step ~ like quitting your job and opening your own art studio TODAY.. you can do it your own way, in your own time. taking one little wee step. as small as smelling a box of crayola crayons so you can remember how excited you were when you were 6 and it was time for art.

another thing.
creativity is not restricted to painters, writers, musicians, crafters, photographers... its so much more. and its so about your own thumbprint.
the way you arranged those daisies in the vase, the striped knee socks you wear with that skirt, the way your words can calm him down ~
all of that is creativity. and all of that is art.

oh yeah.
sometimes the shit just doesnt flow. and rarely can it be forced.
its no big deal. it just may be that your senses are needing some juice, so feed them with what they love. and by the way, the world will not stop if you need to call the day a wash... your worth and value is simply not based on what you produce. it isnt. (thats a really good one to learn)

listen, at one time or another, we have all thought we weren't good enough...
but at some point you have to make the choice ~ either you can stay frozen in this fear for another 40 years, or you can get on with your life and begin to learn that all that matters is you giving your soul a chance to swim in what it is curious about, and what it loves,.....and there is no rating or grade given to soul work.

scared? i understand. you feel vulnerable and exposed. what if what you reveal makes others not like you or think differently of you? im not sure about you, but i have never once thought poorly of someone for making art. i have never once thought "boy, you are a FREAK and you SUCK because of the way you latch-hooked that rug." and besides,

ill tell you what is 1000 times worse than feeling vulnerable,
it is keeping all of those things sealed up inside you so they never see the light of day, and never giving your beautiful spirit a chance to speak up,
and forbidding your life from exploring something.

you have absolutely nothing to lose by opening a box of crayons.
by taking pen to the paper. by trying a new recipe.

and you have everything to gain. you would be surprised what
feeding your creative self can do to a girl. :)

(did i mention S.A.W.???)

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January 20, 2009

a love like that....

newport pier, morning stroll

Even after all this time,
the sun never says to the earth,
"You owe me."
Look what happens with a love like that.
It lights the whole sky.


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January 19, 2009

a wonderous knockout..

boho mama, baby cedar, love locked eyes,...

its true, baby Cedar cant take his eyes of his momma....
(and i cant take my eyes of of Cedar...)

he is just right... just perfectly right.
he fits in their arms so naturally.
and he really does laugh in his sleep, alot!
his face carries a thousand expressions, and that smile
everyone thinks is just gas, let me tell you ~ this boy smiles.

one evening i took the late night shift and as he slept
on my chest, i was thinking that there is nothing like that feeling
of a warm sleeping baby, breathing slowly on your heart.
nothing. its liquid peace in a super-sized mug. a pill i wish i could
invent and take on a daily basis.

i also loved watching how natural the Boho's are in caring
for their son, it's as if he has been with them for years ~
knowing every curl of each hair on his head, the wrinkles
on his little knuckles, and how this cry meant he was hungry and
that other cry meant he wanted to be bounced or rocked.

Cedar boy is a wonderous knockout. and he truly couldn't
have landed in the arms of a more gentle and loving couple.

i wish i lived right next door to his Mom and Dad
so I wouldnt miss a single second of his beautiful life.

thank you Boho's for giving me the time to cocoon down
with my baby Godchild. i miss you, i miss him, and seeing
all of you again, simply cannot come soon enough.....

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January 13, 2009

sky song

a oldie from key west

wishing you peace

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January 10, 2009

Missing Joanie....

could stay in bed for days.

my heart feels like it has been punched, hard,
over hearing the news that my sister in law
from my previous marriage, died suddenly yesterday.
she was the twin of my ex husband,
a cherished daughter,
a sister, an aunt , a cousin, and a friend to many.

Joanie was a kind, sweet, beautiful, feisty, funny, sensitive,
independent spirit who battled an enormous amount of health
problems and still remained positive
in spite of these struggles.

this is the second major loss for this family, as they lost another daughter ~ another sister several years ago...so in spite of my attempts to have a good spiritual perspective, this still feels like a completely unfair tragedy.

my only solace is knowing her sister Jan is there with her, showing her the ropes, holding her hand as she experiences freedom for the first time, from all the physical limitations her condition had given her.

Joanie was so well loved, and so well cared for, and her family can be assured that her heart knew this, and still does...

please offer your prayers or whatever feels best to the Peterson family,
please send them thoughts of peace and comfort and the assurance that death cant touch the bonds of love and the connection of family.

thank you Joanie for bringing so many smiles to our lives...

take good care of her Jan..

so deeply loved
so deeply missed....

"Beannacht" by John O'Donohue

On the day when
The weight deadens
On your shoulders
And you stumble,
May the clay dance
To balance you.

And when your eyes
Freeze behind
The gray window
And the ghost of loss
Gets into you,
May a flock of colors,
Indigo, red, green
And azure blue,
Come to awaken in you
A meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
In the curragh of thought
And a stain of ocean
Blackens beneath you,
May there come across the waters
A path of yellow moonlight
To bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.

And so may a slow
Wind work these words
Of love around you,
An invisible cloak
To mind your life......

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