Friday, September 28, 2012

I Won't Give Up



I Won’t Give Up

I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up

Those are the lyrics to a song by Jason Mraz.  It’s one of my favorite songs.  It speaks to the dreamer in me when my own words say something different.  It reminds me that anything is possible if we just believe in ourselves, the power of love and the hope of a dream.

I am a writer and an artist.  I write my blog to inspire and make art to inspire myself.  I am who I am.  I will not give up until I reach my dreams.  I am going to make art the rest of the day and write about it later. 

I had a completely different blog post written one in which I ranted about how hard it is to be an artist and a dreamer, but realized ranting only takes away from the beauty of art.  So off I go to find my artistic soul once again.  

If you are near Altamont, please come visit the Canal Fest tomorrow and Sunday where I will be showing my work and embroidering.  If you are anywhere else, buy local and handmade.  Keep the dream alive.  


Wednesday, September 26, 2012

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus and she was wearing this. They were out dancing at the company Christmas Party.  Cha, cha.

This piece is only available on the blog at the moment.  Email me if interested

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Imagine Peace




Moody Blues available at Valley Artisans Market in Cambridge, NY



What is peace to you? I think in these times of universal chaos, the greatest gift we can give ourselves and the planet at the moment is peace within each and every one of us.  We give the planet a gift when we find a few moments to just get out of our own way and find something that brings us peace.

For me there is no greater peace than hand embroidering with my headphones on and some bluesy music spinning.  So when I finish this post that is what I’m going to do, to bring peace to the countryside of my chaotic mind.

What brings you peace?  Is it a walk around a lovely lake, a couple of hours in the library just looking at books, a yoga class?  Or are you worrying about all the things you have to do today and not thinking about giving yourself a moment’s peace?  It’s hurting the planet; it’s making a planet full of frenetic type -A personalities afraid that if they even stop for one moment something bad is going to happen.

We fill our brains up with TV, and political dialogue and a litany of all the bad things in the world that are happening to us.  We can have sympathy for every single living being on the universe but in the end we are only responsible for the peace in our own lives.  If each of us spent 5 minutes every hour doing something that was peaceful for us the world would be a lovelier more tranquil place.

So imagine what peace looks like for you and spend 5 minutes every hour doing it.  I’m going to  use up all my 5 minutes and hand embroider for a few uninterrupted hours and convince myself that my work is making a difference for the planet.  What about you?

Monday, September 24, 2012

Your Heart is In My Hands

Every day we use our hands to show where our heart belongs.  When we are children, our parents hold our hands while we cross the streets. Our hands are held with another in young love.   We offer our hands in marriage.  We shake the hands of the people we meet. We hold the hand of the loved ones who are dying.

We use our hands to eat, to greet, to love.  The touch of a human hand is the most important gift we can give to each other.  It can console, it can love, it can caress.  We can wave hello or wave goodbye.  We eat with our hands.  We hold a book in our hands.  We embroider with our hands.
We never give a lot of attention to all the things our hands do.  We do most of these things without even realizing the important of hands, touch, and movement.

I am a hand embroidery artist.  I give a lot of attention to my hands and the hands of other people.  You can tell a lot about the hands of another.  Do they look rough from manual labor? Do they look soft? Do they look hard? Do they look like they belong in the hands of another?  Does a person have a lot of rings or do they have any rings at all?  A hand and a heart are so closely bonded together.  When we give our heart to someone we inevitably offer them our hand too.

We make sacred oaths with our hands.  We swear on the bible when we go to court.  We marry and join our hands together.  We pray, we meditate, we love, we comfort.  We do all of those things and so many more with our hands. 

We clap our hands in worship, to appreciate a job well done, to celebrate.  We clasp our hands to pray, to protect, to comfort.  We move our hands with a needle, a guitar, a piano.  We create paintings and pottery and wooden toys.  We use our hands to create a beautiful life every single day.  

I am oh so grateful for my hands and the comfort and meditation they bring me on in an average moment on a simple day.  I give thanks for all the hands they’ve held, all the work they’ve created and all the other simple things I take them for granted for.  What that makes you grateful for your hands?

With that I will take my hands which have been typing this blog post and return to one of my needled endeavors and perhaps give them a kiss to thank them.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Rainbow Fish

This delightful little rainbow fish is looking for a wall to hang out on, preferably near a fish tank so she isn't lonely.  She is available in my Etsy shop now.  She's on groovy watery blue fabric and even has a little heart hand embroidered right smack dab in the middle of her chubby little body.  She's framed in a 4 x 6 simple black frame so she'll fit in anywhere especially in a child's room as she loves to watch over children too.  As usual she is more impressive in person as my photography could use a few lessons.  Keep stitchin.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Speak to Me of Death



This is dedicated to Uncle Jerry who is not really my uncle but who always made a sad little girl laugh. 

Speak to me of death is a line from the book The Prophet by Khalil Gibran.  That line is the beginning of my spiritual journey.  That page in that book was the first time I looked at death as anything more than an utter and complete tragedy.  I felt my loved ones were in peace.

I want to talk about death because nobody ever wants to talk about death.  We don’t like to think of our own and we don’t like to talk about others and we don’t want to think it could happen to us. But it does happen to us every single day, someone dies and it affects everyone in their lives forever.  We can dismiss it and cry about it in the middle of the night but god forbid we talk about it.  We don’t want to admit we are vulnerable enough to be completely devastated by the loss of someone we love and the pain and the sorrow that accompanies it sometimes for a lifetime.

I’ve had a rather interesting life the last few months, I’ve gotten to see firsthand what it would be like if I were dead.  Because I was in so much pain and spiraling out of control some of my friends had to write me off, literally and figuratively because it was too painful to be around my living body.  My coffee cup sat in my sink for a month and a half after I spiraled out of control and ran away, my dog sat by the door every day waiting for me to come back and it took everything of beauty out of the lives of those who loved me most.  I became someone that people dream about, like we dream about our dead loved ones.  They are no longer with us so we dream.

I’m very fortunate, I’m alive.  I get a second chance for however long it lasts.  I get a chance to start over, fall in love again, make beautiful art and write blogs.  But for so many there is no second chance, God wants them and that is all there is to it.  We have to be there for those who are left behind because loss leaves a legacy that sometimes takes a lifetime to get over. 

Times are really tough at the moment and people need to know the legacy they leave behind when they take their own lives.  They leave a family full of shattered people wondering what they could have done to stop them.  They leave a coffee cup in the sink, a message on an answering machine, a lifelong relationship with a ghost.  If you have children it is even worse for they cannot process grief the way adults can, they carry the ghosts and the fear of the ghosts around every single day of their lives.  Life is a precious gift, if you fit into this category I just mentioned, don’t do it.  Go find help, go find love, move somewhere else find peace in your soul and share that with your children.  Go to rehab, go find a psychiatrist, send me an email.  I dealt with ghosts all my life and they are probably the reason I spiraled out of control. 

This is too heavy for me to continue but I will say find a life, find a love, appreciate your life, and find yourself before the coffee cup stays and the friends disappear.  Love is the answer.

Friday, September 21, 2012

Robert Redbird

Robert Redbird had a new home before I even got a chance to share him.  I hope he is happy, which I know he is and the lovely lady who took him home smiles every time she sees him.

I'm thinking of hitting the road in a big way so if you know of a craft or art show looking for crafters or artists please email me and let me know.  I'm ready willing and able to do the work needed to find myself a new place to live and a new attitude.  I'm also offering my services as a hand embroidery teacher.  I wish I could teach the whole world how to hand embroider as there is nothing quite as satisfying as looking at a project that you have made with your hands and your heart.  Hand embroidery also has the hidden benefit of making those around you calmer(thanks to the lovely patron in Blue Mountain Lake who told me she read that).  So if you wish to learn, just email me and if there happens to be a craft show that weekend even better.

I will be honest and admit that I am searching at the moment.  I guess that happens when you are in the middle of a big change.  You wake up and realize not only do you not want to stay with the status quo in your relationship but you are not even sure where you might want to plant yourself.  So I'm putting my intention to find a new and fulfilling life doing something I love out in the universe. 

I'll share my travels with my bloggy friends with pictures and anecdotes too.  I'll be kind of the hand embroiderer's Charles Kurault.  Yes I realize it's a bit extreme  but he's quite interesting and hits the road a great deal.  Kind of like a bird, as in Robert Redbird.

Happy trails, I have a weekend garage sale to get ready for and another piece to frame.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

God Given Talents


There is a parable in the New Testament about talent.  God gives us talents and he expects us to use them.  He doesn’t want us to die with our light still undiscovered within us.  He wants us to take our skills, our strengths, our passions and build a life with them. A life in which each person cooperates in the bigger picture of life and stands strong and firm with others  to bring our world to a more perfect union.

We seem to have forgotten this parable somewhere along the way and appearances of wealth and class and stature seem to have taken over the day.  Our ancestors survived for centuries without computers and IPhone yet it seems like these are necessities this day to do just about everything.  Including using or selling your talents and that is probably God’s plan for the IPhone and computer too.

I am a hand embroidery artist, a writer, a talker and a listener (except it seems when it is advice being offered to me).  Hand embroidery is probably a counter to the amount of words that swim around my head on a daily or momentary basis.  I am an open book; I have no filters and truly believe that if God wanted me to live a life filled with secrets he wouldn’t have given me a mouth or a brain.

Nobody gets through life unscathed.  We awaken, we live, we love, we grieve, we hand embroider.  We carry on.  We suffer in silence hoping that no one figures out that we have screwed up, we are feeling lonely or that we are suffering in a life that no longer speaks to our soul.  But with everyone dealing with some issue we have to step back and learn the lessons that are there for the taking.  We are all on Planet Earth together, what affects one of us affects all of us, when there is distrust and secrecy in our body there is secrecy and distrust in the world.

When we sit in a chair at night and find the first moment of joy in the day embroidering, playing a guitar, or reading a good book we are with God.  All is right in our universe.  These are the moments we should make more of, the moments when we are at peace.  Our world needs it, our families need it but most of all we need it.  I’m not saying give up your day job but give up the five minutes you spend complaining about it and use that time more wisely. 

I’ve made a decision to live my life more wisely so there may be more blog posts or less blog posts or more hand embroidered pillows or less hand embroidered pillows but I am actively searching out God and I will actively and accurately describe that search.  This piece was made as a pillow when I did not believe in myself or my talents.  It is now a framed piece because I do.

Blessings and find your moment of peace