Sunday, August 02, 2015
Oddly enough, I find myself in the hat trade, apparently an old family talent but not related to moi. Just for fun as are all things art for me, I made a dear cousin of the Dude's a Fascinator for her birthday. She belongs to that elite ladies club, known as the Red Hat Society. True to form I did not know what I was making, how to make it, nor what was trending in the RHS. Happily,I rifled through my eclectic selection of artsy stuff and did my thing. She liked/ loved, let's say was fascinated by my offering and requested 8 more. Big pause here for 4 surgerie,6 months of no movement,absolutely none, like a fucking statue period and home IV to slow me down. Back to the hat thing......8 to make, did not take pictures of the only one I ever made and now find myself in a pickle. More are wanted. I live in the Hawaii of western Canada, its summer so companies a comming. Hoping, nay committed to fulfilling all the RHS needs, I have set a deadline for August 31st. Call me a dreamer......DREAMER!
Saturday, August 01, 2015
WhoRah, I have found my Mojo! It was here all along. It was I that was missing and not my love of Art as I had thought. It was sitting in the Studio waiting for me and was discovered in watercolor and paper. I always said I would only paint a babies story for my own grandbabes but was asked to do one for my Angel Sister- in-law,Rita for her first grand baby, Liliana. Rita has my heart and will be granted her every wish if it is in my power. "Liliana Comes Home",became my first large piece since my world changed 3 years ago. I spent long, happy hours painting Praying that the book would be finished for baby Lili on her first birthday. Many mistakes were made and corrected but I managed to finish in time for her big day. Strange how you start by helping someone and end up being the receiver of the favor. This is going to be a year of connecting, remembering, experimenting and just plain playing with paint. And that's where the magic cones in. Got my Mojo back, WhoRah!
Thursday, May 07, 2015
6 months ago, I was scared for loosing my life, my time with my man,my dear daughter and my precious Grands. I trusted the strong belief of my girl that if I would live in the moment,drop my lifetime habit of making short and long term goals and see and believe that my dream of being in the home and life of my family was going to happen. Today is the day it comes together. The Universe is generous and I am grateful and filled with love for this moment. Peace out.
Sunday, April 19, 2015
My question to you Dear Readers is: if you are in a total brain and body fog and excitedly yet fearfully decide to paint, will the resulting random smudges be considered an artfull endeavor? In November, totally under the influence of prescribed 3X a day IV drugs, I thought I should paint. Resourceful being my middle name, I had for some random reason in late September,brought up from the studio my traveling Art Caddy. Three days later Staff and Septisemia entered my life and 5 months of sitting, laying and no weight bearing began. I was ridiculously happy when I saw my Madonnart Art Mobile, still covered in Rubber Poet Art stamps. I call the 37 postcard size watercolor paintings.....Madonnart's Shaky Period. I sent them to dear family and friends only....as Christmas Cards, and as I had prayed they were recieved with positive acceptance. Pictures soon.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
I am so humbly grateful to the Universe. Six months ago, I thought I was not going to live, then I thought I would loose my left leg or never be able to bend my knee. My reality was terrifying and I shut down.Thank God the family arrived....the strong, sensible, positive thinking women, I love completely. My amazing, generous Sister in law, Rita and the bright positive healing force of my daughter Laurie. They kept repeating to me. What you believe will actuallize. I was going to survive, get strong, be ambulatory and travel to vist the Grands in Edmonton. I leave May 7th.
Tuesday, April 07, 2015
Still working on the "ME" theme. Diligently looking after my skin and moving on to feet. I have a bit of a foot phobia. I am a Capricorn and we tend to repeatedly injure our feet. For example I dropped my Sunbeam mixmaster on my foot and have many more stories of painful foot wounds. This is my supportive evidence as to why I hate Pedicures. I fear and dislike someone handling my feet. It is not "a Spa pampering experience" for me it becomes my personal hell. Friday 9:30 am Pedicure booked!
Saturday, April 04, 2015
If your goal today is to dwell on the positive, best skip this post as once again the anniversary of my youngest daughters death has come around. This year marks 25 years since her sudden death on April 15th 1990, Easter Sunday. The pain has never lessened, just the method of handling it so it is not so obvious to others. This kind of event makes people uncomfortable. Yes ,I am so grateful for the 19 years, I was blessed to be her mother....still am her mother..."While I'm alive your mother I'll be". Remember Richard Scary and his beautiful little story. The years have brought me wonderful gifts; 47 years with my high school love, a closeness to my daughter, Laurie, she is my heart, my life, my sustaining joy, and the loves of her life her gentle husband and dear children. But.......I still get angry, sad, and lonely on April 15th, Easter Sunday in 1990 and ask Why? Why so young, why wasn't I there to save her, just Why God, Why?
Monday, March 30, 2015
The skin care movement, now going into its 3rd week is still a pain in the ass. Does anybody really enjoy doing this twice a day or is it in the same category of emptying the dishwasher. Anyway, I'm trying to make it a habit. Today,I started another new,"taking care of me,"step. Today I ate breakfast and supper.My intention is to eat 2 reasonably nutritious meals a day. This is new because since October 3rd and the 5 months of treatment, I was unable to tolerate food. I remember begging the Blessed Virgin Mary for some similar problem in my early adult years to get out of the far end of the clothing racks, now I'm a regular at the Boost and Ensure aisle of Extra Foods.I have been basking in the one plus of being sick.....getting into my skinny jeans.Lets see how this plays out.
Saturday, March 28, 2015
My impulse is to change all that needs changing NOW! That proved to be a very unattainable, say it.....stupid goal. Which brings me to this last week where I came to my senses and decided it would be best to start slow and small. Now you are going to wonder ....but starting small to take care of myself began with skin care. I do not joke. This week I cleansed, moisturized and fed all areas covered by skin. I have done it for 8 days....seems like a month.
Sunday, March 22, 2015
The question of "Where have you been", has been raised. Thankyou my one steadfast reader. Simply put, it appears, I was in need of some Rebooting. 6 months later and a story recounted way to many times to do again, I leave you with the condensed version. There was an infection, 5 surgeries,months of waiting around for IV antibiotics to kick in and now there is recovery. The external scars are apparent . It's The internal ones that bear witness to the steep learning curve that took place. lessons of patience, faith, acceptance and the biggest one of all gratitude for the unconditional love of my family and the presence of the undeserved help of very neglected friends...yes another lesson learned. I am in a reconstruction life changing mode.i have made many promices and now must step into the fire of where I have been afraid to walk. The Force is with me and I plan to go forth and prosper. I'm back......again.