Two Days…

August 23, 2016

and I’ll be another year older. Life has been one long day. That is all it can be. We don’t live in weeks, months, or years. Each day we walk this earth ¬†and then it becomes another and so on. Calendars track the time and our bodies change during the long day’s walk. One day we will be gone from here. When I leave it is my hope that it will have been of benefit to someone. Some or one…either is acceptable.

Another Saturday…

April 27, 2013

Years pass by. Days are long. Life is short. The older I become the more I understand I know nothing. I see through my lens and adjust accordingly through others, but in the end it is still mine. All the motivational materials in whatever form are still outside of myself. I am inside somewhere. Deeper than this temporary body. Created by something far more magnificent than anything I can even begin to imagine. Life is now.

August 26, 2010

August 26, 2010

I’m older and dumber. My birthday has now passed and I’m on the other side of youth. In reality, I’m on the far side of it. The weather is cooler today, so maybe my previous post was heard as a cry for relief. Lots of sunshine with low humidity sounds wonderful. I do like hot weather, it’s just that for whatever reason, I’ve had a a really hard time with it this year. Perhaps my aging…

Well, I’m starting to sketch daily. Got the idea from an article I read where this young woman is doing a 365 day project with sewing. I thought it was a good idea and will do it with my art.¬†Words and art…two things I enjoy. Oh, my youngest son bought me a sewing machine. I’m going to be getting myself an easy pattern and venturing out into the sewing circle very shortly. I know this one thing for sure. I enjoy working with my hands and I’m a very visual oriented person. I remember as a six year old at school, staring at the art pictures that were on these room dividers in our makeshift gym class. While standing in line for the trampoline I would stare intently into the prints. The one I remember the most was one of the little boy who had on blue clothing and pink cheeks. I would get right up to it and search and search the picture. I also remember looking at our living room walls at home and thinking how much better they would look if they were painted a different color. Six years old and already with decorating ideas.