Some weeks are so prolific; last week I was all over the creating spectrum challenged by mixed media groups I've joined over the months. One day I will look back and say, did I really make all those things? Funny thing, I like them more and more and have a hard time parting with them. I now have over a dozen pieces on my walls saying.... maybe it's time to show and tell. Wishful thinking, it takes a lot of courage to do that and I'm not ready though the works might be.

YES I CAN

When I approach the act of creating something that seems impossible or too hard what a great slogan YES I CAN is, how full of Hope and Belief and possibility. The best thing about it though is that it also encourages EXCELLENCE. I am now committed to saying Yes, I Can more often, being less self-critical and giving myself more pats on the back. At least I endeavor to give Life, look around me and see Life, see the possibilities around me for making my surroundings more beautiful.

Ironic as it may seem, this economic crunch motivates me even more. "Necessity is truly the Mother of Invention" and I dig for materials I already have to make things, twigs from the garden, rocks and pebbles, seashells and leaves, old jars and found objects collected over the years.

All for inner peace, a relaxing mantra as I bring my needle and thread over and under in a flight of the imagination.

My two favorite fabric artists and what they're up to: Cathy Cullis & Spirit Cloth

That's the fabric admiration, but what about?............

Indianartdolworks created this beauty from what other would consider trash

EveCrowe created this masterpiece from salvage too, and what about Collette Copeland's Bird on vintage book page? And what about those Tilesmiles little hands that make tiles with all sorts of words or ClaudiaBegins and Ravenwolfs Digital collages right and below?WHAT CAN I SAY but YES THEY CERTAINLY COULD!

On the Wings of Love

My tiny little world, no more than a few hundred square feet and a garden yet so plentiful. I've come full circle, or almost, to where I really found that "Happiness fits in but one suitcase". With the exception ofcourse of Nature's expanse. I don't know what I'd do without Nature. I an Pantheistic to the core yet still believe that all was created by the Creator of Creators.

I cooked for Jon and Tatiana today, the Fajitas I love to savour with the help of that perfect line of World Harvest sauces I use for just about everything. Had the craving for corn, so gorgeous a vegetable. LIFE IS GOOD!

Window Shopping on Etsy

Looking Outside my Window

....and taking a walk ...what I saw

...was what my soul craved to see

I made sure to look UP

DOWN

and all the way around

Passions (Mantra)

There are days when I would like to turn off the switch. My mental switch that is. Look, it's almost 2 in the morning and my mind is still going 120 miles an hour. Ideas flash through it non-stop, my body exhausted, begging for rest. HOW? A trip maybe, a caring somebody to bring me outside stimulus so I wouldn't have to create my own? Less passion. IMPOSSIBLE. This is how I was made made-a curious George of sorts, never quite satisfied with status quo.

I wasn't always this way mind. I was immersed in the nourishment of my husband and children, making sure they were getting the flow of stimulus.

Now that I am free of those responsibilities, I can do whatever I wish and all the ideas put on the back burner have sort of hit me at once. And they have become, within me, a sort of disease, fighting within me to come OUT.

I must find Peace. I am tired from the avalanche of thought.

So appropriate the challenge for this month to turn to "Tribalism" , where basic instincts rule.

Out of many we are one

out of many we are one
Originally uploaded by nayski

Grace, Intelligence, Balance, Class, we have a true gentleman for president. We must now treat him with gentleness. I cried for hours after Barak was elected, my hairs stood on end, I got chills. And then I went to bed and cried some more. So many thoughts came to my mind: the irony that he will be occupying The White House, how we have somehow redeemed ourselves after treating blacks so heartlessly for so long, the admiration for his accomplishment, the love of his YES WE CAN slogan. So I cried some more.

Y todos los recuerdos

DÉJAME LLORAR
Ricardo Montaner
Cuánto vacío hay en esta habitación, tanta pasión colgada, en la pared;cuanta dulzura diluyéndose en el tiempo; tantos otoños contigo y sin ti, sólo.
Millones de hojas cayendo en tu cuerpo, otoños de llanto,goteando en tu piel.
Iluminada y eterna enfurecida y tranquila, sobre una alfombra de hierba,ibas volando dormidaun imposible silencio enmudeciendo mi vida con una lágrima tuya y una lágrima mía.
Iluminada y eterna, enfurecida y tranquila,sobre una alfombra de hierbaibas volando dormida;con una estrella fugaz, te confundí la otra noche y te pedí tres deseos mientras duraba tu luz. Déjame llorar,déjame llorar, por ti,déjame llorar.
Cuántas nostalgias,durmiendo en el desván.he declarado mi vida, en soledadhago canciones de amor, que nunca olvidopues sobre nubes de otoño, las escribo, solo.
Millones de hojas cayendo en tu cuerpo,otoños de llanto,goteando en tu piel. Iluminada y eterna,enfurecida y tranquila,sobre una alfombra de hierba,ibas volando dormida.
Un imposible silencio,enmudeciendo mi vida, con una lágrima tuya,y una lágrima mía.
Iluminada y eterna,enfurecida y tranquila,sobre una alfombra de hierbaibas volando dormida.
Con una estrella fugaz, te confundí la otra noche y te pedí tres deseosmientras duraba tu luz. Déjame llorar,déjame llorar,déjame llorar,déjame llorar.