Saturday, June 30, 2012

Daniel Murphy, Mets Player Extraordinaire

Today I am going off the reservation once again but not too far off.  Daniel Murphy just inspires me, what can I say.  Daniel Murphy has played for the Mets since 2008.  For most of his career he has been criticized for his fielding, suffered several horrible injuries, and still maintains a great productive, inspiring career as a New York Met slugger.

There is just no giving up for Daniel, two years in a row he had serious injuries to his knees, last year's being one of the most disheartening for this fan.  He has so much potential and it was just plain sad to see him out for the season the second year in a row.

Thankfully this year Daniel has found his spot in the roster,  and his hitting is getting as much attention as his fielding(which I think is just fine).   Last night he drove in 5 of the Met's 9 runs and I was lucky enough to be walking in front of my television to see him hit a 3 run homer.  Just joyous.  I don't really watch television anymore so it was a miracle really.

It's inspiring to see a player struggling to play hurt, to not be assured a position on the field, to battle back from injuries to finally reaching his hitting potential.  I have always enjoyed the enthusiasm that he brings to the plate and the field and am really glad the Mets stuck with him and that he stuck with the Mets. 

The Mets themselves this year are utterly amazing and it is a joy to read their box scores every morning and sometimes allow myself the joy of watching a game. So wish Daniel good luck even if you are a Yankee or Phillie's fan(grrrrr) because he is an inspiration to every athlete who ever thought they could not come back from adversity and he is an inspiration to this artist and her dreams too.

By tomorrow I should have some work to share or another inspired person to highlight.

PS I will not be setting aside a couple of months of time to embroider Daniel in his Met uniform unless of course he commissions me then we'll talk.


Friday, June 29, 2012

The Katbird Shop


This piece is called the Light With In and it is available at the Katbird Shop, located at 425 Liberty Street in Schenectady, NY.

Cheryl(who I wrote about yesterday), my friend Emily, and Kathy the owner of the Katbird Shop(who is also a friend extraordinaire) are the reasons I am still an artist today.  They believed in me when I didn't really believe in myself.  Kathy gave me a place to put whatever work I wanted out there in the world, out in the world. 

Kathy has the most beautiful collection of work I have ever seen assembled in one place.  Kathy is an artist herself and she has such an eye for beauty and art and her store reflects that gift.  She also has an eye towards the past and has rooms set up for antique treasures too.

Some of my favorite things at the Katbird shop are the beautiful glasswork by my friend Cheryl, the bright and shiny jewelry(I'm not really a jewelry person but if I was), handmade soaps, and bird pottery.  There are gifts and cards to go with them for every occasion.

Kathy is very community minded and supports many of the causes Schenectady has to offer and her cat Roger has run for mayor of Schenectady several times.  He's the purrfect candidate(no I didn't make that up myself,  I have a refrigerator magnet that says that).  He didn't win but Kathy used the opportunity to raise money for charity.

And if by chance you find yourself in Schenectady, The Katbird Shop is located between a new morrocan restaurant named Tara, where the food is just out of this world and Pinhead Susans which is a restaurant that serves pub food, delicious pub food.

There are so many things I love about the Katbird Shop but the thing I love most is that once Kathy has found you she gives you the freedom to be and make whatever you wish and she gives you the right place to sell it.  That is why I am passionate about the Katbird Shop.

Thanks for reading and if you are ever by chance close to Schenectady please stop in and visit The Katbird Shop. The store is open Tuesday thru Friday 10-6, Saturday 10-5 but if you Facebook like her page you will know when she is keeping the store open outside of those hours.




Thursday, June 28, 2012

The Lady's Got Glass

The Lady's Got Glass is my friend Cheryl Gutmaker and her adorable husband Julian or as I call him Jewels.  They are passionate about their work, about each other, and every moment spent with the two of them together is just remarkable and an example of the kind of life we all search for.

They work together to make their beautiful glass work, which is mostly fused but also features some beautifully hand blown pieces too, in their garage studio and on trips to Corning where they make their beautiful blown glass pieces.  The piece featured above is an example of Cheryl's frit work which is very time consuming and makes several trips into the kiln to end up with this beautiful piece of art. Cheryl also makes bowls, cheeseboards and soap dishes which she sells through many different stores and through craft shows.

Cheryl has a website called appropriately enough The Lady's Got Glass where you can read more about her process and find all the stores lucky enough to carry her work and where she will be doing craft shows.  She truly is an inspiration as an artist, as a friend and as a person. 


Cheryl and Jewels  live an inspired life filled with love, laughter, song and great food.  They bring their passion to everything they do including friendship.  They have two wonderful kids Debra and Andy, and their spouses and grandchildren are inspiring too.

A day in the life of Cheryl and Jewels starts off with whatever they wish to eat for breakfast including cookies.  They go their separate ways or spend their days together making glass and living life.  They meet up some time later in the day and they make more glass, they eat more delightful food and they sing in unison, yes they break out in song and sing in unison.  They are very inspiring people to be around and I am very grateful that they have made me their friend.


Have a great day and I think Cheryl would agree with me when I say follow your passion and work hard.  That is advice I need to hear every day. 

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

A Passionate Life

This is Anabora, she's my goddess. Yes I actually embroidered a goddess for myself.  She's not available because she's my goddess.  If you want one I'll make you one.  Just email me.

So today as I sat down to hand embroider after spending a glorious hour and a half crocheting a christening gown, I realized I just wasn't passionate enough to embroider an eye glass case so  I picked up my knitting needles and let it rip.  I love to knit.  No pictures because I have 3 large projects in three different mediums going at the same time.  I've decided to pick up some of the treasures I've let slip away from my hands while I listened to the the one person who invariably comes up to your booth at a craft show and says I can do this.  All of my work will be based on the feelings that I get from it and hopefully that passion will appeal to someone else.

I started another blog(yes another one) but this one is about politics which I am also passionate about.  I have been interested in government and how it works since I was a kid.  My mother was a dyed in the wool liberal I'm pretty sure because she had me watching Hubert Humphrey concede.   I'm pretty sure she voted for Jimmy Carter because we watched his inauguration.  My dad was a veteran and was the commander of the local VFW more than once so I had two parents very proud to be Americans and I guess a lot of that rubbed off on me too.  The name of  the new blog is DebraAnn Left of Center (http://debraannleftofcenter.wordpress.com/). It's on Wordpress and it's written on  a lovely shade of blue.  I'm also just gonna let it rip there too.  It is written with the idea of commonality amongst all the combatants in the politcial arena so hopefully it won't be too offensive to those who think differently then myself.

I could say this blog is only going to be an art blog to promote my work but that is a promise I probably won't be able to keep.  Why write a sentence when you can write a paragraph instead?  The descriptions of the work and where it will be available will be in the first paragraph so you can leave after that if you wish.

I guess what I'm trying to say in a nutshell, is we only have one life.  That's it.  Our soul may have more lives but the next person won't be me.  I am going through a life change and am deciding what my heart, my soul and my head want to do next.  The only way I can do that is to go by my gut feelings and to follow my passions.    I've pretty much taken a sabbatical from everything so there won't be too many facebook and twitter entries nor television or music.  Sometimes you just need to live with your own words and see where they take you.  I think making a major life change is definitely the time to start doing that.  Thanks to all my friends and family who have been really wonderful the last couple of months.

I hope the two blogs and my body of work will inspire.  This kind of life is an experiment with what is possible while trying to get by in the real world living impassioned.  And just for further reference my upcoming blog posts won't be about me, me, me.  That ship has sailed.  I think I've written enough about myself on this blog to fill an autobiography(that's the ticket, only kidding).

If I don't have something new to share I will look into my bag of tricks and find other artists who inspire me both in my real life and my virtual life.  There are plenty of them.  Be happy!  Find your passion and live it, because life is too short to do anything else.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.  This bluebird eye glass case has three lovely birds sitting in a tree and a flower on the back.    At the moment it is available privately through the blog as I am gearing up for the Albany Shaker Craft Show in a couple of weeks and I want to make sure I have some ready.

As per wikipedia bluebirds are an accepted symbol of cheerfulness, happiness, prosperity, hearth and home, good health. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bluebird_of_happiness).   Isn't that something we all want, a day full of cheerfulness,  prosperity, happiness or at least optimism?

It was a rainy day here in Upstate New York so maybe I was looking for a rainbow too.  That made the choice of Somewhere Over the Rainbow as the song of the day an easy one.  We all know the beautiful Judy Garland sang Somewhere Over the Rainbow in the Wizard of Oz.  But this version by Ben Webster on the saxophone is just lovely(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0CHzdyJps6M) and this version by Ray Charles has beautiful graphics(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTk-t8s_R0Y).  Have a great evening.  See you soon.







Monday, June 25, 2012

Dancing with Myself

This piece is called Prom Dress, it is available at Valley Artisans Market.

I would like to give you a gift.  Put down whatever you are doing and go find some music that inspires and speaks to you and just listen, just work, or just dance.

The inspiration of music can not be underrated.  Music has the ability to go deep down in our soul and find the beauty in everyday life.  I woke up in the middle of the night with Clair De Lune by Debussy swirling in my head, inspiring a poem and a row or two on  the christening outfit I am working on.  Absolutely beautiful song about the moon by the way.  Just beautiful and magical. The poem can be read at The Connections That Bind Us at this link.  http://theconnectionsbindus.blogspot.com/2012/06/light-shines.html

I woke up this morning to Oh Darling by the Beatles and then I was just inspired beyond belief to embroider a piece based on The Long and Winding Road by the Beatles..  I've come to realize in the last few months just how closely I have bound my hand embroidery with The Black  Keys so I listened to their cds, sang along(seems to just go together) and even danced a bit too while I embroidered.  I felt total joy, which is an emotion  I've been searching for lately.  I had fun and was inspired both at the same time.  It was great.

And finally since I am sharing the prom dress, one of the songs of the day is Dancing With Myself by Billy Idol.  Just a really great shake your booty song.  I'm going to go listen to it now and get back to work.  Have a great day.

P.S. Both the christening dress and new piece are not even near sharing I'm going to be sharing smaller projects and promoting other pieces until they are.  Thanks for reading.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

I Can See Clearly Now



Today I was inspired by my mother to make hand embroidered eye glass cases again.  My mother had such thick lenses in her glasses that she could only wear black plastic frames.  I hold the memory of those glasses in my own eyes as I also cannot see without my glasses with the exception of when I am hand embroidering.  

The cases are priced at $20.00 and available for right now through my blog privately.  I do accept PayPal and will be putting them on Etsy in the near future.  Each case is hand illustrated and hand embroidered and are priced in a way as to not limit my creativity.  If you are interested in ordering one please send me an email at das813@hotmail.com with specifics. 

My mother was an inspiration to me as an artist.  She fostered creativity and interest in everything my brother and I were interested in.  She was an artist herself and that is one of my fondest memories of her.
 
My mom taught me the greatest lesson I have ever learned about life.  When we are humans walking this earth in this body we are working to find the light and love in our souls.  Our human bodies are mere mortals and they make mistakes and are not perfect, but when our soul is beautiful people can see your light even when it is invisible to you.  People can see the light in your eyes because our eyes are the window to our soul.  My mother had a beautiful soul and I know that she is with me and guiding me to my destiny.

Hug your mom today and have a great day.  I Can See Clearly Now is a song by Jimmy Cliff.  Enjoy it at this link. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xzGV9Bl6CGg

Saturday, June 23, 2012

American Flag Heart

American Flag Heart is a new addition to my Etsy shop. It is hand embroidery on tea stained muslin.

This heart reminds me of my father who was a veteran who fought in the Korean War.  He overcame many obstacles and lived his own version of the American dream.   I do not think war is the answer still I am appreciative and grateful for all of the veterans and current unlisted servicemen serving our country.  There are many soldiers coming back today who cannot live the American dream and come back to homelessness and mental health issues.  Please donate or volunteer to welcome these men and women back to their lives and thank them for their sacrifices.

A special shout out to my friends and family who have family members serving in the military.  They also sacrifice for our country and deserve our thanks.  Blessings.

Friday, June 22, 2012

The Heart is a Garden


The Heart is the Garden is available in my Etsy Shop.
The grass and sky were hand knit.
The flowers and the stems were hand embroidered in pinkish purple and green.
The sun is represented by the bright and shiny beads that were hand beaded.
The handle is hand crocheted.

Sometimes the most beautiful flower in the garden is hidden by weeds.  God gives us our children to entrust like delicate flowers.  He expects us to water them, feed them, protect them and let them grow up to be everything he intended them to be.

If our children are disappointing or misbehaving, punish them with love.  They will outgrow it.  I know from my heart that a child who knows they are loved can survive anything including a lifetime among the weeds. Blessings.

Our Hearts Content

Heart of the Matter is now available at Valley Artisans Market in Cambridge, NY.

Our hearts content. The only way we can live to our hearts content is to live from the heart.  To block out the words that so often clutter our minds.  The words that have been told to us for our entire lives, most of the time by very well meaning loving people.

But our hearts cannot listen to well meaning people, it can only listen to itself to find contentment. To find our uniqueness that makes us who we are, not what we do.  To find the magic in our everyday life.  I have been on a journey of self discovery the last few months and bombarded by well meaning advice that has made me question my own heart, can you imagine?

If you make this you will be more successful, if you sell these you will make more money and I listened.  I put others opinions before my own heart.  In my heart I am a kind and compassionate woman,  I live with love in my heart for just about everyone and those that I don't, I forgive and forget easily.  Yes I did carry around resentments and bitterness but that lived in my head not in my heart.  Yes perhaps I hung on to the memories of all the departed souls that live with me in my heart.  But they live with me in my heart, they helped to make me who I  really am.

On my father's side,my grandmother taught me how to embroider and knit and crochet and my grandfather taught me how to wander and try big ideas even if they didn't work out.  On my mother's side, my grandmother on my mother's side taught me generosity, strength and forgiveness, she always had a door open for everyone.  My grandfather taught me how to be a parent and a grandfather even if you adopt them. He loved children and was a devoted father and grandfather.  My mother taught me how to be a human, how to love unconditionally and how to follow my own  path.  My father taught me charm and he had a hardworking personality.  My brother taught me how to survive and take care of myself and has given me the courage to move forward on my own. Except for my brother those who live in my heart are gone from the earth. Still, they all live on in my heart and they have all taught me that life is too short and we have to do everything what we love.

I wish I had listened to them earlier, because when you do not live from your heart you are stuck in a moment where other people's opinions are more important than your own and you are just stuck immobilized in the same place wondering what you should do next.  It is in only in the heart where your dreams and your soul lives.  It is not in the physical world where we are too fat, too skinny, too lazy or a workaholic.  In our hearts we are love or hate.  Better to surround yourself with people you love, forgive those who are not perfect themselves and that it is in the process of doing where joy is found not whether someone else thinks it is a good business decision.

When you start to do something simply for material possessions you leave bits of your heart and soul  behind, you are not inspired by something deeper and more meaningful but you are inspired by lack of  money, fame, ideas.  When you listen to other's opinions of who you are, you become what they say.  When you listen to your heart and how your body feels when you are creating, you become the person you are meant to be. 

I went to the monastery yesterday and in deep reflection realized I needed to put a period on the end of my sentence and to start living a more authentic life NOW.  That life starts now in this moment and I will follow my heart until it feels contentment and I will share that contentment with my bloggy friends.  It may not be your path but it will be mine.

Finally, if we live our lives by someone else's perception of who we are, we are not loving ourselves and our divine guidance, our own true nature.  Believe in yourself, do what you love, share what you love and just live.  Life is much too short not to and that is a lesson my heart taught me.  Blessings.


Thursday, June 21, 2012

Heart Tree


Instead of a meditation this morning I chose to go outside, focus on my favorite tree and observe what gifts of nature I would find.  I saw a heart in this tree, perhaps not a perfect heart but a heart just the same.  A slight, gentle breeze would arrive every few minutes and make the leaves dance not a cha-cha but perhaps a waltz.

I heard the hoot from an owl or perhaps it was two owls. Who, who, who?  I heard several beautiful song birds singing to the gently dancing leaves.  I heard a few loud chirps and maybe a few from baby birds with a tinier, more delicate chirp.  A blackbird flew by to remind me of the freedom of being a bird.  A buzzing from a bee melodic in its simplicity and it did not choose sting me which made me able to enjoy the buzz.  And there was a pesky mosquito who reminded me that it is a living thing we must show prudence some time not to destroy it.

The tree was beautiful against the lovely color of a blue sky, cloudless, but a striking color of blue.  The contrast between the different shades of the green tree caused by the sunlight, against the blue sky created such a beautiful backdrop. The peaceful blue of the swimming pool with the sun shining on it was lovely too.

My beautiful little dog ran around the pool looking for something to capture to remind her of her younger days.  And the voices of my neighbors, not loud enough to hear them, but loud enough to know that I was not alone in my backyard but surrounded by friendly human beings too.

It was a lovely half hour and I am so grateful I chose to spend it this way.  I now can go on with my day in a peaceful way.  I hope your day was peaceful and that you found a heart in one of your trees.



Anabora, Goddess of Darkness and Light

This is Anabora.  She is my Goddess.  I hand embroidered her two or three years ago and she sat folded up in my drawer for a couple of years until a few months ago when I framed her and hung her on my wall.  She represents the dreams I let go of while I searched for a way to express myself as a mere mortal scarred by loss. She is my goddess of the dark bringing light where ever she can.

A lot of water has gone under the bridge and a lot of time has been lost. Somewhere in the last few months, Anabora has emerged from her slumber and healed the wounds of a wounded child.  It's not that the wounded child does not feel, perhaps it is that she feels too much.

When you lose something as a child that you can't replace, you lose your trajectory.  You suffer such a profound loss and absorb the feelings of the adults around you.Whatever your dreams were before that day, they become lost.  And you spend the rest of your life searching for them.  One day something inspires you and you start to find your path again.  You awaken your sleeping Goddess and you start to appreciate the gifts you were given when God took something so very important away.

All of our lives are filled with loss.  Every single person has dealt with loss and has lost a little piece of themselves. When it happens as a child you lose the ability to dream.  You put on a happy face to make the wounded adults around you smile and you lose yourself. The gift is that you find the ability to be compassionate , kind, loving and open to other people's pain.  You sense loss and loneliness in people even if you barely know them.

I am one of those people.   I can feel the loneliness and sorrow of people who have lost one too many souls in their lives.  I can see it in their eyes.  Where there is a need I fill it.  All my life,  I have had a way of attracting wounded people all my life. I think of it as a blessing.  I have met the most remarkable people in my life by just being open to someone else's pain.  To feel their sorrows.  I never went to college,  I am not a licensed therapist which is a blessing.  But sometimes a compassionate ear means so much more to a person then an hour on a therapist's couch. There is such a stigma about mental health  and the feeling that people might feel sorry for you God forbid  Those fears sometimes mean that a person will never admit they need the help of a trained professional

Now I am ready to claim Anabora and reclaim my dreams.  I am that goddess, Anabora the goddess of the night who tries to provide a little light in a world of darkness.  I understand light and I understand darkness as you cannot have one without the other.  We are only mere mortals and our lives are touched by as much by our losses as by our successes.

Please remember life is too short, appreciate the people in your lives while they are living.  It doesn't take any more time to be kind and compassionate then it does to be rude and condescending.  If someone is grieving or heartbroken don't tell them to get over it.  I'm sure they would do if they could, nobody wants to walk around in sorrow and anguish no matter what those self help books tell you.  Grief has no timetable sometimes you just get stuck there and you can't get out.  If you feel so overburdened by your losses that you feel like you can't get up in the morning go find a trained professional to talk to.  The people who love us don't need another loss in their lives.

Kiss your children, pet your dog, love yourself and remember you are not alone.


Wednesday, June 20, 2012

The Christening

This beautiful baby is named Nicolette.  She is a beautiful teenager by now.  This was taken by her mother on her christening day and she is wearing a christening outfit that I made.

We are all given God given talents.  We usually discover them in childhood because that is when our brains are open to learning and we don't have the busy day to day responsibilities or woes to get in the way.  When we are children, we are just children.  I was a child when my grandmother taught me how to crochet,knit and hand embroider.  They have been a constant companion most of my life.  It is rare to see me without a needle of one sort or another.

I have the god given talent to be blessed with a gift of gab.  A compassionate and empathetic soul.  A wonderful smile and eyes that are welcoming to everyone who comes my way.  I think that makes me a magnet for people to talk to.  All of my life I have never had a problem finding people to share these particular gifts with and I'm thankful for them.

I have also had very poor self esteem most of my life.  I did not realize the gift of a compassionate, empathetic soul and a gift of gab.  Empathy is a double edged sword, it can make you compassionate or it can hurt you.  Sometimes you can take on the weight of the world and not even realize you are doing it.  I have never been very good at protecting myself so therefore I spent many years living the pain of others.  They thought I was the light, and I carried their darkness.

But as it turns out, all of my life experiences made me able to understand people and relate to them in an understanding way.  I think perhaps I would have been well served to give that empathy, compassion and understanding to myself.  That is where I am today.  I can't go backwards and relive those days and the absence of knowledge of what was truly beautiful about myself, but I can get up every morning and rechristen myself with the things I believe in.  I believe in God.  I believe in the Universe.  I believe there is goodness in everyone and we just have to look for it.  I believe in forgiveness for others and myself.  I take responsibility for being too blind to see that I was created in God's image.

I am a believer in dreams and fairy tales.  I believe in miracles and finally I believe in myself.  I can do anything I can dream to do and be perfectly content sharing my gifts with others.  I have come full circle and found the lost child of my soul.  A beautiful life is out there somewhere waiting for all  of us, do the things you have to do to find that beautiful life.  You are not being selfish you are just realizing that the person you were yesterday is not the person you will be tomorrow.  And the only way you get to tomorrow is to rechristen yourself in every moment and live the life you were meant to live.  That is my goal in life, to be who I am and share myself and my gifts with the universe.  I finally believe that all the way down to my soul.

The greatest gift we can give to ourselves is to find ourselves and believe in our dreams and be thankful for everything that has brought us right up to the moment of NOW.  I hope you have a beautiful day.



Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Joy, Joy, Joy

 March 17th came into my mind today and I wondered why so I thought I would see what came up on that day and why it popped into my head.  I'm sorry to say I think it popped into my head because of the dreams and life I expressed an interest in on my blog on that day.  My art and my idea for a business. I kind of let it slide .It wasn't really that I didn't intend to follow through, but my mind wasn't quite ready for such a big dream at that time.  I had just crashed and burned in a plane that  I didn't know how to fly.  I know that I am ready for that dream now.  But I've added a few passengers.

I'm going to take christening outfits with me.  I love to create them and they are inspired by the divine.  I don't use patterns, I just kind of make them up as I go along.  I made quite a few and I have pictures so I'll share one soon.  I  don't have a picture of the one I'm currently making as to be quite honest they don't look like much until they are finished.  Not like embroidery where you can sort of see where a piece is going before it's finished.

And some crocheted accessories made only the way I can make them, in a bunch of wackadoodle colors and a bunch of wackadoodle textures.  There are plenty of people who find great joy in expressing themselves through felting and neutral colors.

My business idea was to finish other people's needlecrafted projects left behind by people who weren't there personally to finish them.  I guess at the time I wasn't personally there to finish them either.  But now I'm ready.  I have a great love of all needlecrafts and have been doing them for at least 4 decades.  I charge $20.00 an hour or give free estimates.  You can email me at das813@hotmail.com if you have any questions.

And then there is my blog, it's been kind of disjointed the last few months and I simply lost my mojo.  I got caught in a very negative cycle that changed who I was.  But now I realize that without crashing and burning I would have never learned how incredibly strong I am.  I have to accept that I am just a mere mortal and use my superhuman powers to get my life back.

I also think I have found my purpose, to try to make sense of the connections we have in life.  To write about childhood trauma from a simple mere mortal perspective rather than a trained professional perspective.  I have finally figured out that my life was never really my own because of fear.  I was afraid to fail and to be abandoned and I never really got past it.  The negative commentaries of my life took charge and never really let go until now.

I am ready to be a butterfly and work really hard to stay up in the air.  I promise if you trust me with your work I will take beautiful care of it.  I will finish it just like your loved one would have because needles and the strings that go with them are my life.  They are my connection to the divine.  So that means getting back to work and putting down the computer.

Love yourself enough to make your dreams come true and share your dreams with me if you wish and together we can take a giant leap for mankind.  Because in the end it's the life you had as a child   that should guide you because those are the things that bring you JOY!

The Parrot and the Butterfly

 The Parrot And the Butterfly

The parrot sits in her cage all day,
Waiting for someone to take her away,
She sits and she waits for someone to speak,
Anyone everyone so she has something to say.

No words of her own, they were too unimportant,
Who should listen to me I have nothing to say,
And then one day, much to her surprise,
She was a butterfly when she opened her eyes.

She lived in a cocoon shaped like her cage,
No mirror around, never noticed her plumage,
Beautiful really, in all vibrant colors,
A unique thing of beauty she was in her image.

She looked around and wondered what shall I  be,
And she heard a sweet voice say look for the key,
Where is the key she asked with a sigh,
The key is your heart and with that said goodbye.

She looked out the window and saw the sun,
And she realized it’s put there for everyone,
So she put her wings together and slid out of the cage.
And flew away home, free as a bird,
And told me this story with all her own words.


This piece is called Heart Butterfly.  If you are interested in purchasing it email me.  It is never too late to follow your dreams.  From this moment on that is what I will be doing.  The parrot has turned into a butterfly.  Become a butterfly, spread your wings and don't let anyone tell you it is impossible because just realizing that you are a butterfly is an accomplishment.

Ball of Confusion

I woke up with the words to Ball of Confusion in my head.  It was sung by the Temptations in the 1960's but it could have been written yesterday.  We have to join together, find our own unique qualities, put them into action and pray.  Not just to God, but to Allah, Buddha, and the universe as a whole.

Our civilization is in turmoil all over the world.  We can only bring peace to the world if we bring peace to ourselves.  We must look at every child as our own child.  We must take care of our elderly, take care of our veterans, take care of our neighbors, take care of everyone.  We must band together bringing peace to our crazy world or we will perish.

People don't know how to think for themselves anymore.  If you look around so many people spout beliefs that aren't even theirs.  They talk about all this nonsense while children are being abducted,  children are going hungry, our education system has become a vehicle for only certain messages being sent to our kids, leave no child behind has left our children behind  learning the same beliefs just to pass a test.  The children are our future people. 

We are so confused about what direction the country should go in that we take all these different roads that lead to nowhere.  Listen to the leader that has a solution for our kids, that's the one you should listen to.   Doesn't matter what party he is in, but if you hear someone out there on the campaign trail saying they should combine the department of education with the department of energy, that probably isn't the leader you should vote for.  What does oil from Saudi Arabia have to do with our children here?  Our children have to learn about history so they don't repeat it.  They need to learn about God and Jesus and Buddha and Mohammed so they have an understanding of how the world works and what children of other countries believe.

Whether you believe in global warming or not it doesn't really matter, vote for someone who wants to make sure that every child has clean water to drink and food to eat that isn't poisoned with insecticides or filled with dangerous chemicals instead of nutritious ingredients.  Worry about the natural disasters that are happening daily and how they affect the children who live there.  We hear about the natural disasters we collect money, we try to help and then we move on to the next  story, we collect money, we try to help and we move on to the next story.   It's a never ending cycle of disaster and forgetfullness.  But remember people, there are children living in that forgotten place.

If you don't want to think about children in Syria, think about your own child.  Think about the leadership that looks for solutions not bombs.  If this planet is going to survive, think of your own child.  Put your child in the shoes of another and see if that doesn't motivate you to do something good for a kid suffering somewhere else in the world.  That's the answer.  Treat others the way you want them to treat you.  Bless the beasts and the children.  Find your heart and open it wide and send love to everyone that is suffering.   Close your eyes, find a quiet place and say to whatever you believe in please send this child love.  Please send our children love.  Please.




Monday, June 18, 2012

Take a Risk

As I was sitting here trying to figure out what I should do with my day, I was struck by the thought that I really don't know how to take care of myself.  I have been so inundated with the thoughts of others my whole life that I don't know how to take care of myself and how to protect myself.  I don't know how to do just about anything because I am afraid of how it will make me look to others.

I know I'm a good friend, and a good mother and I was a good daughter to my parents. I'm kind, compassionate, a good listener, a pretty good artist and I love to write and tell tales.  Hence the blog. And yet  I know that somehow when I was a child I got the idea that I was never quite good enough being just me.  I had to be smarter, taller, quieter, thinner, more industrious.  In other words I just had to be somebody else or so I thought.  I've thought that same thought every single day of my life.
 
So instead of  trying to sugar coat my day, I've decided to take a risk and explain what happens to our kids when we love them too much.  It's kind of an  addendum to my earlier blog post.  You can love a kid all you want, you can give them everything they need.  I had a great mother, she was everything to me when I was a kid.  But if you send them off to school and somebody else has a bad day and your kid isn't just like every other kid, someone is going to take your beautiful child and make them feel ugly.  And if it happens in kindergarten and follows through til high school, they are going to find other people in their life that make them feel ugly too.

If you child happens to be a little overweight, don't tell them they are fat and put them on a diet.  Slice up an apple, take one slice say this is delicious want some, and give them the apple.  Because if you tell them they are fat they will believe that every day of  their lives.  If you have a talker, don't make up cute nicknames like gabby gut or chatterbox.  They will still be a talker but then they will not know their own voice, only the voices of those who are meaner and nastier then they are.

If you have a dreamer, let them dream.  As long as they don't hurt anyone let them dream that they can be a fireman or a nurse or a dancer or an artist.  They could be if they believe in themselves enough, but if they don't they will struggle in mediocrity the rest of their lives.  Everyone knows a kid like that, heck I am a kid like that.

Let them laugh, let them play, let them run, let them be who they are.  Because if you don't someday when they are my age they will be faced with an important decision and they won't know what to do.  I'm not feeling sorry for myself, because if I was I would have just written this in my journal and tucked it away.  I'm saying if you allow other voices to become your child's voice you make their voice invisible and it is replaced by whatever's being said to them and that can make them feel quite ugly.

Now I'm thankful that in the last few years I have met many wonderful people who like me just as screwed up as I am.  They have made me come out of my shell and discover the beauty in myself and my work.   I appreciate those friends who I was close to in my younger years, the family I have that is always there when I need to talk in my real voice.  But now when I'm making huge decisions for my life, there is always a voice who says whatever decision you make it will not be the right one.  The voice that says you are too fat, too ugly, too mediocre to matter, you are just plain not good enough. Hence the complete lack of confidence to do anything at the moment.

I think that is why I need another voice to replace it, one who loves me and tells me everything will be ok, just do what you love and discover your own voice. This post wasn't meant to be a pity party but a wake up call.  Our children are our future, they are the future of the planet we live on, teach them to be kind to others and most especially kind to themselves.  Just let them be.

Give Your Children Wings

So many times we look at our children and think we know what's best for them.  We send them to the best schools, we try so hard to make sure they find success, The American Dream.  But what about those kids that don't follow the traditional track?  You know the ones that are not a doctor, a lawyer or an Indian Chief.

There is a Michaelangelo, a Beethoven, a Grandma Moses out there just waiting to discover themselves.  But there might be a parent who wanting only the best for their child tells them but you can't make any money being an artist.  Pick a safer track.  Go to college, become a business major, you can always get a job.

Yes they can always get a job and they can make lots of money at that job, but money isn't everything.  It can't buy you love, it can't buy you peace, it can't buy you security.  All it can do is buy you lots of things you don't need so you can cover up the lack the of the things you do.

Meanwhile, the artist finds joy in losing themselves in a passionate journey through their mind.  They can sit for hours and entertain themselves if they just allow themselves that gift.  When we are children we are taught to play, to dream, to fly.  We are not expected to make money we are expected to find the things we love and find joy.

I found joy as a child using various needles to stitch things together.  I'd like to think that stitching is a metaphor for the way I live my life.  I am grateful to have many wonderful friends,  an ability to talk to anyone(including a wall on occassion) and the ability to lose myself in what I love to do. I love to write,  to read,  to dance and to listen to music that makes me want to dance.

As I'm embarking on a new journey I have been looking for the illusive safe track while I try to keep myself busy or meditating to get the answers I need.  I've had hundreds of mediocre jobs in the past that just don't sound very appealing at the moment.  I am an artist, a poet, a stitcher, a writer.  The one thing I am not is secure enough in myself to be an artist, a poet, a stitcher, a candlestick maker.

My mother gave me wings, but she never taught me how to fly.  I've talked about my mother often and she was and is the greatest influence in my life.  She protected and nurtured my brother and I and taught us that whatever we loved was good enough for her.  Only problem is she loved us so much and she protected and nurtured us so well that we never learned to fly, to take a leap and fall every once in a while on the way to our dreams.

So here I sit writing my blog, crocheting a christening outfit and trying to figure out what I am going to be when  I grow up.  I think it's time for me to take a break and just be until I figure out who I am going to be from this day forward.  If I have something to write on my blog I will write it, if I have something to share in my work I will share it.  But the rest of the time will be spent taking the leap, finding some silence and giving myself wings.

Don't squash your children's dreams, tell them they can be anything they want if they just work for it.  If they just believe in themselves and if they just follow their bliss. Give them wings and let them fall every once in a while, so that they know they can get back up when things get tough.  Teach them that  life is too short and money can't buy you love.

Blessings.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Searching All My Life

I have been searching for the missing piece of my soul most of my life.  I found it in art but I never remain focused enough to follow through on a dream of making it my life.   A few months ago I started a spiritual awakening that has consumed me.

I have found other gifts that have laid dormant for decades and are now being reawakened.  I wrote about this on my other blog The Connections that Bind Us(http://theconnectionsbindus.blogspot.com/2012/06/spiritual-awakening.html) This blog post is about my ongoing spiritual awakening and gifts of universal powers and the belief that my soul has found the missing piece.

I'm taking the rest of the day off the computer to work on another dream.  Happy Father's Day to my father, my grandfathers, my husband, my cousins, my uncles, my friends and everyone else who has helped to nurture and bring a fatherly influence to a child.  Sometimes we find our fathers in childhood and sometimes we are lucky enough to have them find us later on in life.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

The Power of One

Every day we are given a choice.  Do we live as one people or do we live by our separations? Do we live as a color, black, white, yellow or brown?  Do we live as a religion, Christian, Jew, Buddha, Muslim or Tao?  Do we live as a nationality, Italian, Scottish, German, Israeli, Syrian?  Do we live as a political party Republican, Democrat, Independent, Socialist, Labor Party?  Do we fight amongst ourselves day after day, all over the globe or do we try to live as one in peace?

But for the grace of God, or more accurately for the grace of the Universe we could all be someone else, somewhere else.  We could be somewhere where there is famine.  We could be somewhere where there are children starving.  We could be somewhere where people are being shot in the street for freedom.  We could be fighting in Afghanistan or having bombs dropped on us in Afghanistan. We could be sending our children to school hungry.

But for the grace of the universe we could be somebody different then who we are at the moment.  Our souls pick our lives and we try to live them to the best of our ability but suppose our soul had taken a different path in a different place?  At this very moment, we could be fighting our brother or sister soul or we could find communion in them and find peace and love.

There are so many things that divide us and we have become the scourge of one, it starts with our leaders who fight wars with other people's children.  It continues with religion, Muslim against Jew, Christian against Jew, Christian against atheist.  It continues with political party, horrible hateful things said about Republicans and horrible hateful things said by Democrats.  It continues with gender, women against men, men against women.  It follows down to sexual orientation , gay versus straight. Finally it ends up with us fighting ourselves to be accepted or rejected for trying to forge our own unique path.

In the end all we have is the power of one.  We are all created in the same way. In one form or another we come from a sperm and an egg, we live in our mothers until it is time to break out and then we take our first breath.  Hopefully we are brought into love and we are nurtured and cared for until we are able to crawl.  And then we walk. We all laugh, we all cry, we all urinate and defecate.  We learn how to speak, how to learn, how to be who we ultimately become as a person.   Every single one of us has a unique and compelling story.  Not one person on earth goes from a happy little baby to a happy teenager, to a happy adult to a happy person dying.  We all have our trials and tribulations and need each other to lean on when things get tough.

We are all brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, aunts, uncles, cousins.  None of us just lands plop into our existence as an island separated from everything else.  But soon enough the power of one is not enough and we become the Hatfields and the McCoys fighting over every single thing including whether to feed and educate our future using our tax dollars.  Over who gets the china in a divorce.  Over why we should care that there are children in Iraq and Israel hoping to stay alive with bombs dropping all around them.

But for the grace of god, brothers and sisters we have to remember that one simple saying.  But for the grace of God, or Buddha or Mohammed.  It's time we look at a different paradigm that reminds us that we are all connected to each other and to the trees and to the seas and to the air.  Do you think a tree says I don't like that maple tree over there I wish he were an oak?  Do you think the ocean says I will overtake the lake and bring it salt water? Or perhaps the mountain says I will overtake the valley and make us all hilly and hard to climb?  No, and somehow even knowing that answer we call ourselves the lucky ones because we can think and work and produce and breath.  Everything breaths, think of the poor lowly mosquito.  A mosquito is the scourge of the earth, everyone tries to kill a mosquito.  It may give us a disease and serves no purpose.  But it is still a living thing.

If you are reading this post this morning you are a living thing with a brain.  Act like one.  Find somebody different then you are and reach out your hand and shake it or hold it in peace.  Find the power of one and remember but there for the grace of God go I. And go hug a tree.  Really go hug a tree it may be the nicest moment you'll have all day.  And maybe if you are lucky there will be a beautiful bird singing a song in it and a hungry cat far away.  Blessings.