Showing posts from April, 2013

The Pond

I don't seem to be in much control of my life at the moment, the high point of my day was seeing my beautiful son unexpectedly on my walk through my old neighborhood, but yesterday I set a goal to fill in the pond on this piece and accomplished it late last night.  This morning  I wrote a poem to accompany it so here it is.

The Pond
The pond is shiny and bright, Carefully reflecting, the early morning light. Peaceful and tranquil it winds through its day, Barely a ripple can ruin its sway. Fish are swimming, living life in the pond, They never really wonder, what lies beyond. Lilies take root, growing past their borders, They are joining other lilies, in the beautiful tranquil waters. A duck flies by and takes a swim, It is a beautiful pond just waiting for him. Inviting and lovely it calls my name, When you look at the beauty it’s really a shame. I live so far away from a pond don’t you know, I hope someday to find one nearby where I can go. And reflect on its beauty, there’s nothing to say I am…

Re-opening Etsy Shop

This little Bluebird is available at my Etsy Shop.

Well I'm hoping the second time is a charm.  I'm finally ready to get back to work and to try selling  my art again on Etsy.  It will be a little bit of this and a little bit of that this time around.  I am going to go back to my roots and sell accessories(and maybe something a bit more complicated) for the home and the body and some of the crocheted baby items I was known for in a previous lifetime. I'm also thinking of making patterns of my original designs and offering those up for sale too.   I hope you will check back and see what's happening and that you will check out my Etsy shop.    It's been a bit of a slog and I've got ideas coming out the kazoo and the time to pursue them so it should be interesting.

I've also been writing poetry and my life story but just trying to remember how to write without a filter so may not be sharin…

The Sun

Sunny Sampler available at the Katbird Shop.

The Sun

The sun shines brightly both night and day,
All over the world in its own special way,
Depending on where depends on the how,
But it is shining somewhere right here and now.
From sea to sea, and sky to sky,
It makes us remember when it says goodbye,
That each day is a gift when sunshine abounds,
But rain is needed for the plants in the ground.
A cleansing of the soul is always needed,
After a d ay of hot sunshine when our hearts get heated,
So live and let live and find ways to be happy,
Ways to make your sun shine in a way that’s not sappy,
With presence and reverence I sit here today,
Hoping to make life fine and find the way,
For those in the universe I hope and I pray
That we can find peace in each and every day,
Because peace is the answer along with the love,
That comes with the sunshine from way up above.

So Many Moments

So Many Moments
It was a trip I didn’t know I was taking until the night before,
There were so many beautiful moments to remember,
The bus was that winding down from the country to the big city.
I had a talk with a friend who looked at me for a moment and got it.
She told me to live in the moment; let everything go, no yesterday, no tomorrow, just now.
The beautiful angels I heard singing in Central Park, they sang Ave Maria and tears came to my eyes.
The beautiful courtyard I saw at Saint Bart, just a lovely peaceful sight in the middle of the big city with the choir in the background.
I’ll remember thinking that more churches should leave their doors open so people can find peace in their surroundings.
We walked down Madison Avenue and looked at beautiful things, nothing as beautiful as the humanity.
They were everywhere, smiling, happy, eating, and cuddling.
I ate an ice cream cone from Mr. Softee.
I ate pizza which although delicious wasn’t as good as the pizza at home.
I’ll rememb…

The Sun is Shining

Missed a few days, went back to my high school reunion, got sidetracked.

Wake Up

Butterfly Available at Valley Artisans Market
This is another poem.  I am not quite polished as a poet YET!  But I will never be a writer if I don't write, I will never be a hand embroidery artist if I don't hand embroider, and I will never feel alive unless I figure out a way to be myself without needing to be perfect.  Make peace with yourself, fall on your face and hope to get back up tomorrow morning with a loving face looking into yours.  That's my plan.  Here's my poem.

The Hour

Spring Tree  Available at Valley Artisans Market


Sometimes it is the color of my heart, But most days it is the color of the sky, The color of the sea, The color of a bluebird, happy as can be. The color of my father’s eye, The color of a rainbow, The scarf that I want to buy. The color of my first car, The one I loved so much. The color of some music, That sings of life and loss. The color of my heart for some unhappy hours, But not for want of trying. I’m going to think of the beauty of blue, To keep my soul from dying.