Aided to Survive

Second caterpillar I moved from the dangerous outdoors to a butterfly house so that it could grow in safety.  Released it around 12 noon and I came home around 6 p.m. to see if it was still hanging out.  When I went out to the tree, it was not on the flower but suddenly it appeared from above and it flew around the other side of the tree circling back to me and flew right toward my face.  I am going to make believe it came to say thank you and good-bye. 

A Thought to God

Sometimes I fail to see your hand
in the midst of all the evil.
I know that you are perfect love.
I have experienced your perfection.
While it gives me hope
it also frustrates me
because I do not have the
capacity to love like you.

The eyes of your soul
are full of compassion
even for the darkest heart
of mankind.
You see past the years
of sin and filth to the
first beat of the newborn heart.

In an instant, you change us.
Receiving you into our hearts
a love so pure, it washes us clean
your blood now coursing through our veins.

A reborn heart.
A chance to begin again,
this time, I hear you
I see you, I feel you
here....with me.

You are the stars
in my darkness
You are the hand
ever reaching
The arms always
folding, gently, securely
holding me close.

Your breath is in the oceans
It sways the tallest trees
Your are the rhythm
set in motion
of every living thing.

LIfe Book 2015 Lesson - My Inner Warrior

This was a great lesson.  From Tamara LaPorte's Life Book 2015.  The artist for this was Andrea Gomoll.  http://andrea-gomoll.de/

I am a child of God.  A follower of Christ.  So imperfect but wanting to be better today than yesterday.

As age changes my skin, my hair, my bones, my spirit grows younger and wiser.   I learn to accept who and what I am.  I am forgiven.  I am loved.  I am sensitive and kind.  I get aggravated with others and myself.  I throw little fits every now and then.  I have extreme patience with most things.  I am single but not alone.  I have condemned myself for so many mistakes but Jesus says "lift up your head, I do not condemn you."  I should listen to Him.  Pure love, pure light.  Savior!  How can one resist that kind of love?  Who would want to?  To want to share and save others, seems only natural.  He said He would divide people.  He wants to save all, but not all wants to be saved.  He knew that already.

Who Am I Really?

This blog has been lame.  But I will pick it up and persevere.  Because not only do I rescue living creatures from certain death, I persevere.  I am an adult child of an alcoholic.  That beginning has set me on a journey of self discovery and an unveiling of the product of two people just trying to make it through life without a lot of help.  They loved each other.  They drank and then did not love each other so much.  My sister and brother were many years older than me and went through the same things but together and with other escapes.  I just had mom and dad in their dysfunction.

Why am I remembering this?  Why now?  Maybe if a parent reads this and can change, great.  Maybe if a young person reads this and can cope, even better.  Many of my childhood photos look like I am suffering from post traumatic stress disorder- the day after a violent tirade and good beat down on mom.  I saw the beatings, heard the breaking of dishes, furniture, saw the tears from both.

I absorbed it all.  A child can't help it.  A child is an empty vessel waiting to be filled.  And all that pain, the guilt, the selfishness and the low self image that goes with two people involved in domestic violence transfers directly to the child filling him or her up.  And then the curse of the father goes on.

Baby Boomer

Put a House On It!

                                                         I tried!

Gratitude

                                                            Yep, grateful!

Use Mail

                                                     
                                                       A window envelope used to hold a tag.

Put a bird on it!

                                                   
                                                          Put a bird on it!

This was to use food packaging on our page.

Repeating Shapes

I haven't been on this blog in sometime because I have been so busy participating in The Documented Life Project, a group on line documenting pages of their life in a planner/art journal.  Huge fun and amazing talent in the group.  I keep learning and applying.  Right now I am copying a lot of folks in order to find my own art and techniques.  It is hard as I find most days I struggle with initiating creativity.  Why?  This remains a mystery to me.  I feel like there is a wall of some sort.  Perfectionism, fear of failure....or just not creative.  I do not want to believe the later.