Wednesday, June 29, 2011

MeNtal Notes

I stepped outside oNto my poRch this moRniNg, greeting tHe moRniNg air, I fouNd myself takiNg {meNtal notes} of my surroundings aNd this is what oNe of those meNtal notes looked like...

"If I had waited for maybe aNotHeR secoNd, I tHiNk I would haVe captuRed tHe most peRfect paiNtiNg. I haVe been a photographer for as loNg as I can reMeMber that I was cReAtiNg scrapbook aRt WoRk. I liVe aNd see life aNd my surroundings iN 3D. YOU may see oNe shade of green oN trees, I see seVeRal. YOU may see just a typical moRniNg sky but I see soMetHiNg diffeReNt. UsiNg aN older model Cannon Power Shot aNd no iNhaNciNg fRoM aN old veRsioN of iphoto, I tHiNk I did a pretty good job seeiNg what God waNted me to see this moRniNg"

HeRe's to a BeAutiFuL Day of what YOU may see iN life aNd to 'MeNtal Notes'

PEACE fRoM {oNe heart} to aNotHeR facebook notes...

Sunday, June 26, 2011

aRt in Review

If a dReAm means cleAniNg house like CiNdeRella or weediNg iN a gaRdeN bed, tHeN couNt me iNto 'Life' because i'M not goiNg to cHaNge who I aM for tHe sake of beiNg {your} right.
A bohemian chic of liViNg, suRe happiNess aNd joy, though I woRk iN a fashion that is not always iN. I'll neVer look tHe paRt but always set tHe tReNd, of haViNg a miNd of my oWn aNd neVer giViNg iN.
It matters moRe to make iMpact iN a cReAtiVe kiNd of way, iN hopes that it might help aNotHeR iN soMe old fashion way. I will take my sun spots, my worn out haNds aNd wear tHeM proudly like tHe latest tReNd.
It woN't matter if my clothes aRe toRn, what matters is that I do. I will neVer fit tHe 'noRm' because of what I kNoW is tRue. I aM not what YOU cReAte because I haVe my oWn to deSigN. I caN't apologize for beiNg me iN a woRld that doesN't fiNd iNneR Beauty beiNg diffeReNt iN aN eccentric kiNd of way fRoM what I do or cReAte, eVeN iN what I say.
My haNds may not be delicate iN a pRiNcess kiNd of way but rather staiNed with diRt or blisters iN a giViNg soRt of way. But I must woRn YOU, I will neVer look tHe paRt of what it should look like to liVe fRoM tHe heart.
SweepiNg floors or pruning, it all eNds up tHe saMe, a dReAm may neVer look faNcy but it helps me fiNd my way, through a life that I do not fit iN but loVe just tHe saMe...
Because it teaches me how to be uNique iN a BeAutiFuL soRt of way.

8x8 'ooak' Scrapbook aRt WoRk
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deSigN #148 'Inner Beauty'
Original Issued Date: November '2010
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Thursday, June 23, 2011

GraNdma's GaRdeN

it's iMpoRtaNt to haVe a special place to sit witHiN your gaRdeN
a place to haVe peace, poNder aNd reflect
aN old Blue beNch reMiNds me of my gRaNdmas 70's retro style kitchen cHaiRs.
tHe back door cracked open just eNough to catch tHe sceNt of old Boxwoods aNd soMe how I staRt iMagiNiNg big blue pots draped with strawberries, aNcHoRiNg a peRfect spot for tEa
CreatiNg a precious meMoRy that takes me back to those siMpler tiMes of pickiNg Strawberries aNd cliMbiNg Apple trees iN gRaNdmas gaRdeN

deSigNs by Poetic GaRdeN

Friday, June 17, 2011

Poetic GaRdeN News

Poetic GaRdeN has updated it's {website} aNd iNvite YOU to taKe a peak
iNto seeiNg what's New...
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Wednesday, June 15, 2011

tiMe of Gratitude

I aM tRuly huMbled by tHe aMouNt of support I haVe recieVed iN my life's jourNey receNtly aNd waNted to take a moMeNt to say "tHaNk YOU". I was faced with aN eNduRaNce challenge that quite hoNestly took me off my feet. HoldiNg my breath, addiNg it up or tRyiNg to piN it all doWn but I caN't aNd I doN't tHiNk I eVeR will.
I haVe so much to say but caN't seem to express it quite fast eNough. I woNdeR if... oh bother let me see if I can explain this a better way...
fRoM tHe tiMe that Poetic GaRdeN announced updates of tHe new expaNded product liNe, so much has happened. Neither good bad or iNdiffeReNt, it will neVer make aNy seNse, so rather tHaN tRyiNg to explain tHe details, I will just wRite...
Of all tHe trials aNd tribulations that I had to go through in a veRy short period of tiMe, I aM tRuly grateful for a gift that was giVen to me.
HaViNg to pause to re focus eVeRytHiNg iN tHe gaRdeN. I realized it staRted makiNg seNse...
yesterday I was out collectiNg spRiNg weeds aNd fouNd myself sayiNg sileNt prayers uNdeR my breath, hopiNg that my woRds would be heard by tHe 'daNdelioNs' I iMagiNed that with eVeRy seed that blew aWay iN tHe wiNd, was a tRial that fadded aWay fRoM my life. UsiNg this as a great visual throughout my prayer, I staRted heaRiNg tHe biRds siNg aNd tHe tears began to flow. I realized that I had not heard this type of siNgiNg iN such a loNg tiMe, a tRue testament of how BeAutifuL MotHeR NatuRe is wHeN YOU need to hear her tHe most...
tHeN tHe {addiNg up paRt} began to siNk iN wHeN I discovered a quote that was posted oN facebook

{ "Stress Kills. A mortgage is not worth dyiNg for. Once YOU realize daNdelioNs aRe edible, YOU know YOU aRe alWays taken caRe of." ~by Markus Rothkranz }

tHaNk YOU for helpiNg me make better seNse of it all... 'life' that is aNd your coNtiNued coMpassion aNd belief iN Poetic GaRdeN, I couldN't be wHeRe I aM today without each aNd eVeRyoNe of YOU. ~Blessed Be fRoM my gaRdeN to yours

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Thursday, June 9, 2011

Through the Looking Glass

it's tiMe that I just let go eVeN moRe iN my life... lettiNg go of {fear} that is. But if I could wRite tHe woRds I really waNt to wRite, i'M afRaid of aNotHeR bRoKeN heart. At tHe eNd of each day as I lay my head upon my pillow, I stuMble of what to say aNyMoRe of what to wRite or soMetiMes forgettiNg how to really breath...
coNfused, lost iN tRaNslatioN waNtiNg to get so much out of my heart oNto these pages of my life but afRaid to breath aNd let my pen just wRite aNd hope that it takes me soMewHeRe that will make moRe seNse to me. CoMpassioN, tRuth, uNdeRstaNdiNg, kiNdness aNd loVe within the heart of maNkiNd. I feel as though I haVe been 'sucker puNched' iN life... fRoM eVery geNre sort of speak, eVery aspect has been flipped upside doWn within the past year aNd woNdeR if I eVer did really fall doWn a hole, absolutely dazed aNd coNfused.
Neither good or bad but left feeliNg extReMely heart bRoKeN if that makes seNse? I feel as though I lost soMetHiNg aNd caN't seem to fiNd my way or peRhaps it's just lost iN tRaNslatioN aNd what I mean to say is...
I doN't seem to kNoW which way to go, I aM tRyiNg to add it up aNd piN it doWn but I just caN't. At soMe poiNt it made total seNse to me aNd now not suRe aNyMoRe.
If I could just go back for oNe day, is tHeRe such a tHiNg of borrowed tiMe?
To look through tHe 'haNdbook' of life to peRhaps fiNd moRe aNsWeRs, to make better seNse?
I'M afRaid that life oNly alloWs me to say what I really waNt to say within a 30-60 minute tiMe peRiod so I often doN't souNd like myself. I haVe been told tiMe aNd tiMe again iN life to just {show~do} Let go, tRust haVe moRe faith but I fiNd myself wakiNg up to soMetHiNg that doesN't make seNse to me. My jourNey has aN extreme hold oN me aNd it's all I can do to take deep breaths. I feel as though my hour iN self expression is up aNd my tiMe wRitiNg with the RaVeN has caught me couNtiNg sheep.
So for now I will take oNe step iN fRoNt of tHe otHer aNd coNtiNue to wRite within these pages aboVe the door, hopiNg that it will guide me back to wHeRe I waNt to go iN not beiNg afRaid to discoVeR...
aRt JourNal of