Just wanted to share some pictures of family and friends on an outing with Terry, Kristie and their horses.

 Gorgeous hairdo!

Arnold Lunch Box Favorites - The P + Triple B Sandwich

Arnold Lunch Box Favorites - The P + Triple B Sandwich

Inspired by Michael Franti's lyrics in "Hello Bonjour":
"I don’t need a passport to walk on this earth
Anywhere I go ’cause I was made of this earth
I'm born of this earth, I breathe of this earth
And even with the pain I believe in this earth
so I wake up every mornin' and I'm steppin' on the floor
I wake up every mornin' and I'm steppin' out the door
I got faith in the sky, faith in the one
faith in the people rockin' underneath the sun
'cause every bit of land is a holy land
and every drop of water is a holy water
and every single child is a son or a daughter
of the one earth mama and the one earth papa, so
don’t tell a man that he can’t come here 'cause he got brown eyes and a wavy kind of hair,
And don’t tell a woman that she can’t go there
because she prays a little different to a god up there."

Being selfish isn't always a bad thing. Sometimes it's all I can be,
because I'm so tired and feeling kicked-around that I don't have
anything left to give to anyone else. Can't muster up the desire to
care about anyone or anything, because all I can do is find the
emotional strength to be kind to myself. When I'm in the midst of
one of life's emotional depletions, I ponder about how I got into
the situation.

It would be nice if I could blame somebody else (and it's true that
somebody else is most likely involved), but when it all shakes out,
I am responsible for what happens to me. I made choices along the
way to say, "yes," or "no." There may be plenty of reasons why I was
pushed in one direction or the other, but in the end, I am
responsible for my own happiness. If my emotional tank is on empty,
it's because somewhere along the way I chose to give my happiness
away. I chose to go along with things, most likely to keep the
peace, or because someone put up such a fuss that I can't stand the
drama, and I just want it to end. So I folded--against my wishes and
better judgment. But the decision, that in my heart I know is wrong,
only gives me temporary relief, and soon I find myself right back
where I started.

Just found a new blogsite that is really terrific.  There are so many that take your breath away but I couln't help telling you about this one.  Wish I knew how to get it to open up just by your clicking on it but I can't seem to get all this technology thru my soft noggin.  http://brush-paper-water.blogspot.com/

Here you will find adventures in painting. . . . Victories, absolute defeats, frustrations, highs, lows, lessons learned, commentary and thoughts from me and comments from others. As a mixed media , do everything type artist, I don't wish to hide the fact that I crash and burn often. I will always be learning. So, it all gets shown here . . .good and bad. Every painting and project we do counts in the learning and experience process. The failures actually are much better teachers than successes. Every piece made is a teacher. That's the fun of it: the challenge to learn. I have started a chambered nautilus picture. It's sort of a fantasy thing but it's coming along.

I finially finished, so you deserve to see the finished product!

Now I've started....solid purple with varigated trim. These are shorter to slip on this summer.

I can't believe that I am crocheting a pair of socks.  It always looked so complicated and I know people have been knitting socks for years but I like to crochet better than knit.  So found some patterns and with my daughter's help on some places that I didn't understand....here is what I've started.  I'll show more when they're finished but it actually fits.  Can't believe it...it sure didn't look like anything when I first started.

The Journey 

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
...kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life you could save.

~ Mary Oliver ~