Petals of Friendship

It usually takes me a few days to recover after I visit my daughter.  She's living her dream in Kentucky.  Good for her!  Time to get my big girl pants on and move forward!  Wrote this after coming home this weekend. Missing you... I only cried once today Missing you just this way A one minute smile Just for a while Missing you – will it go away? A little time gives relief A steady stream of busy things Pulling me away from life Reality or just a lie? I only cried once today Thinking about the time I don’t have in sweet moments of nothingness And time filled with less, no stress Missing you – missing time Filling in moments of the day Cluttered with important things That make the feelings go away That make the feelings fade Single thoughts to focus on Remember just the good I only cried once today Rejoicing in what I could

When I think about being an artist, three words come to mind...inspiration, frustration and creation.  The creative process starts with inspiration, which can come from so many places.  Internally, it can come from a seed planted in my mind.  Externally, it can come from other art, music, inspirational text, poetry, on and on.  But once that inspiration is planted, it starts to stir inside and then it needs to come out.  But how?  That's the frustrating part for me.  I know what I want to get out, and I work on this goal until I get to where my vision needs to rest.  It's the creative process and that's where I love to be.  It's a journey.  I flow back and forth inside the inspiration and frustration.  But it is movement that is all good.  There is joy in the journey as long as I don't hold on too tight and get too wrapped up in perfection, which kills creativity.  I know when to walk away to let my mind clear so that inspiration takes the lead.  Each day, I see

It's almost July and that means  something new is around the corner for me.  A few  months ago, (with fear and trembling), I put my big girl pants on and approached Gibby's Wine Den in Geneva to inquire about their artist program.  I wondered if my artwork would meet their criteria for the monthly "Art by the Glass" program.  To my delight and true surprise , they said yes!  Mary, the program coordinator, gave me the run-down on what was required.  I would need at least ten pieces to exhibit. Yikes!  I had several pieces, but they still needed work.  She explained that my pieces would be up for most of July and then on the 13th there would be a wine tasting/artist reception.  Music, wine, friends....what could be better?  I'm so excited (and so nervous).  For me, this is really stepping out.  Two years ago, I prayed a little prayer that somehow, I would be able to work part-time so that I could be just a little selfish, to have more family time and time for m

I’ve gotten into two fights in my life.  I know, hard to believe.  But I can remember them clearly.  One was with Cathy, who lived two doors down from my grandmother’s house.  I was probably around 8 or 9 years old.  Cathy was mean and a thorn in my side.  She was also the only other kid on the block who I could play with.  I don’t know exactly how the fight started, but I can remember the final scene and how it all played out.  I towered over her as she lay on the grass, pinned in a helpless position.  She cried for mercy and I let her go.  She flew home and that was the last time she bullied me.  The other time was in sixth grade.  I was friends with Rosie; at least I thought I was.  She accused me of breaking her compass and told me that she was going to beat me up after school.  I was shaking in my boots the rest of the school day.  I wondered how I could avoid the ordeal.  I wished I had someone that could come to my defense.  When the bell rang, there was no escape.  There were s