Saturday, July 30, 2011

Through the Looking Glass


it's a day late aNd a dollar short... my biRthday, that is ~lol. NoNe tHe less I will take this day for what it's woRth as I fiNd myself writing with tHe raVen oN my old wooden desk, tRying to make seNse of so maNy tHiNgs at this age.
{tHe MoMe Raths sigN says, "we aRe not to know eVeRy twist aNd tuRn of life..." Yet tHe Dodo BiRds say that I haVe to run with tHe otHeRs}
A lot to process aNd aRticulate, gettiNg absolutely no wHeRe running with tHe otHeRs, yet feeliNg suRe of tHe yesterdays for eVery toMmoRrow I liVe, iN tHe diRectioN I seek to go.
Perhaps my babble has tHe best of me, let me see if I can bRiNg a bit of claRity...

A spRite youNg heart with woRn out wiNgs, wiser by tHe day; that wHeN I do what is right for me, it eNds up beiNg tHe right way... to what it is I aM searching for.
CoNfused by eVeRyday woRds, Church doctriNe, law, scieNce , phylosophies, maNkiNd. So quick to waNt to coNfoRm my ideNtity.
{Ruled oVer by tHe Mad Queen of HeaRts, "we aRe not alloWed to be iNdiViduals"}
FiNdiNg myself soul searching eVeN moRe now, perplexed, I tuRn to
16yrs of coMpressed research iNto a 2yr kaleidoscope {aboVe tHe door} oNly to fiNd that tHe woRld I write makes moRe seNse these days tHeN tHe coNfoRmed oNe I liVe iN.
An opportunity to follow my oWn heart aNd do what is right for me.
LiViNg tHe oNe 'stoRybook' wHeRe I get to tHiNk for myself for oNce, use my heart to navigate. Using my yester~years as a stepping stoNe for what my toMmoRrows may bRiNg.
A new seNse of faith, a whim, doesN't matter, it feels all tHe saMe.
RealiziNg that I neVer missed tHe boat iN life after all.
IM right wHeRe I should be... flippiNg through tHe pages already written. Grateful for tHe wiser years giVen, while discovering aNd dReAmiNg of tHe new path of my veRy oWn toMmoRrows.

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Sunday, July 24, 2011

GaRdeN feAtuRe



gettiNg back iNto tHe gaRdeN this year has been quite tHe leaRniNg expeRieNce
iN ways I neVer iMagiNed.
But tHeN again wHeN YOU teNd to dReAm all tHe tiMe
it's not a haRd tHiNg to do... iMagiNe that is.
When it becoMes reality, is wHeN YOU staRt woNdeRiNg if YOU really aRe dReAmiNg.

It's been a haRd jourNey retuRniNg to what I loVe doiNg tHe most;
bRiNgiNg to life a gaRdeN aNd establishing a new hoMe for those lil' oNes we teNd to foRget.
I was giVen aN oppoRtuNity this season to express my skills aNd taleNts, which I aM tRuly grateful for but what I ultimately got back iN retuRn has been unexpected gifts of
tRue coMpassioN, support, uNdeRstaNdiNg aNd kindness.
RetuRniNg to teNd to gaRdeN needs, I discovered new accessories that had been nestled within the floWeR beds. PeRsoNal reMiNdeRs that show me tHe iMpoRtaNce of dReAmiNg
aNd to neVer giVe up oN tHe eNduRiNg yet BeAutiFuL process of it all.

"To neVer belieVe iN possibility or to neVer haVe hope iN tHe uNkNoWn,
is a woRld I couldN't iMagiNe liViNg iN"

"tHaNk YOU" to tHe Mercik faMily for belieViNg iN tHe iMpoRtaNce of dReAmiNg aNd for bRiNgiNg to life a New hoMe for tHe faiRies fRoM my gaRdeN to yours ~Blessed Be

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Sunday, July 17, 2011

faiRy StoNes



iNtroduciNg a New Season of Poetic GaRdeN
faiRy StoNes

{a gift of iNspiRatioN a tiNy bit of hope a place of woNdeR
a spaRk of Magic for the Soul
tReAsuRes left unseen, tRiNkets nestled aMoNgst the forest floor...

the faiRies took me to a place I remember a place I have been before
visions and iMages kept within my dReAms, a place within my HeaRt I have seen
never to forget or part from what I know
an oRdiNaRy Miracle a seed of wisdom I will always have
for what my gRaNdMotHeR taught me and what I will forever hold
faiRy StoNes left behind a gift to me was left to fiNd
as a reMiNder of what my HeaRt can see
a gliMpse of the wiNgs she has given to me}


~~~
Glass {faiRy StoNe} Baubles, captuRiNg dReAmy iMages
that can be used iN aNy aRt, ATC, ACEO, Craft, Scrapbook Project


Details & ListiNg NuMber: {out of stock}

*fall collection available for a short tiMe

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Dedicated to HeaVeNly FatHeR, my children aNd my faiRies

SuNday Music



a new gaRdeN fRieNd caMe by receNtly aNd left this soNg oN my doorstep. I waNted to sHaRe this with YOU. Great woRds to reMeMbeR aNd liVe by...

Friday, July 15, 2011

deSigN #153 'Colors of tHe HeaRt'




a HeaVeNly BeAuty oNce foRgotteN, she looks within herself
bRoKeN iN a beAutifuL mess, colors written within her heart
of woRds she oNce read...

"Beauty is not iN tHe face, it is a light iN tHe heaRt" ~khalil gibran

Rich textures begin to eMeRge, lookiNg deep within these layers
bRaNded by a geNtle reMiNdeR of her HeaVeNly FatHeRs {loVe}
each color as aN eMotioN, as iNgRedieNts peRfectly deSigNed
to show tHe iNdiVidual BeAuty of oNe's HeArt ~ Soul & MiNd

'ooak' deSigN #153 'Colors of tHe HeaRt'
iNtroductioN to fall ~ New Season
{no loNgeR available}


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dedicated to my HeaVeNly FatHeR, my children aNd my faiRies
~Blessed Be fRoM my gaRdeN to yours

For tHe Birds

tHeRe is notHiNg moRe peaceful tHaN to listen to biRds siNg
aNd it would be haRd to iMagiNe a gaRdeN without lil' hoMes
for the musical feathered fRieNds
Perched oN tiMbeRs aNd Posts, a collection of aNy biRd houses will do
a peRfect nesting feature to haVe,
syMbolizes gratitude for MotHeR NatuRes cReAtuRes

plaNts: 'Globosa', Yew, Hosta, Delphiniums, MotHeR of Thyme
gaRdeN woRk cReAted by ~www.poeticgarden.com


Wednesday, July 13, 2011

ExploRe


Captivated by the rooms within my heart,
I begin to explore the space between no tiMe.
Heartbroken yet loNgiNg to know moRe, placiNg eVeRy piece iN plainview.
Perched with my aRms wide open hopiNg to balaNce oN aNy ouNce of wiNd...
Weak, bRoKeN fRoM tHe yesteRdays, neVer to be uNgRatefuL for tHe uN toMmoRroWs that aRe still yet to coMe, tHe oNes that bRiNg soRroW, hope aNd uncertainty. NeVer kNoWiNg but cliNgiNg to tHe shear possibility of a new hoRizoN, liViNg iN tHe heRe aNd now, gRaspiNg for air to take flight. Butterflies stRiNg my wiNgs as I soar harmoniously within each breeze, haViNg faith iN the tReAsuRes I haVe yet to exploRe within tHe dReAms of my miNd
woRds aNd photograph by ~www.poeticgarden.com

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

{free falliNg} iNto tHe aRt studio for a while, your welcoMe to explore...
~Blessed Be fRoM my gaRdeN to yours
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Sunday, July 3, 2011

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Through the Looking Glass

fouNd myself wRitiNg with tHe RaVen today wHeN I should be woRkiNg iN tHe gaRdeN... so much to do. tHe eNtiRe day fRoM tHe moMeNt I woke up to this veRy moMeNt I post this aRt JourNal eNtRy at 5:47p.m. Utah tiMe.
A 'Yin~YaNg' kiNd of day has coMe oVer me {like a giaNt title waVe of life, neither Good Bad or in diffeReNt is tHe saMe as sayiNg... I feel like I grew up like a GiaNt Roller Coaster iN life} aNd as paiNful aNd scaRy that process was... I wouldN't cHaNge this moMeNt iN my life for aNytHiNg...
after seaRchiNg my trusted Wikipedia oNliNe, I discoVeRed this woRd that best describes what I aM feeliNg iN my life at tHe moMeNt

Surrealism is a cultural movement that began in the early 1920s, and is best known for the visual artworks and writings of the group members.

Surrealist works feature the element of surprise, unexpected juxtapositions and non sequitur; however, many Surrealist artists and writers[who?] regard their work as an expression of the philosophical movement first and foremost, with the works being an artifact. Leader André Breton was explicit in his assertion that Surrealism was above all a revolutionary movement.

Surrealism developed out of the Dada activities during World War I and the most important center of the movement was Paris. From the 1920s onward, the movement spread around the globe, eventually affecting the visual arts, literature, film and music of many countries and languages, as well as political thought and practice, philosophy and social theory.

haViNg a surreal moMeNt, ironic that it happens to fall oVer tHe 4th of July weekeNd aNd within tHe saMe moNth as my biRthday... I will take this surreal moMeNt for all that it has to offer aNd coNsideR it peRfect this day foRwaRd...

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