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

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Powerless 'Say What YOU WaNt'

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.

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deSigN #148 'Inner Beauty'
Original Issued Date: November '2010
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Webster's Pages 'Your Life. BeAutiFuL'

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

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Poetic GaRdeN News

Poetic GaRdeN has updated it's {website} aNd iNvite YOU to taKe a peak
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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 www.poeticgarden.com

Google iMage by www.architectureblog.org

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 ~poeticgarden.com

aRt Studio

Back iN tHe aRt Studio again... soRtiNg out my Life's JourNey through my cReAtioNs while speNdiNg tiMe with tHe faMily. YOU aRe alWays welcoMe to look aRouNd witHiN the gaRdeN.
tHe {kkrafts.blogspot.com} liNk which is the oRigiNal establishment iNto the Craft~Scrapbook GeNre; takes YOU iNto a moRe 3D peRspectiVe of wHeRe tHe oRigiNal portfolio caMe fRoM.
~Blessed Be fRoM the 'hobbit house' of poeticgarden.com

peRsoNal Dedication

wHeN tHe WoRld is daRker tHaN I can uNdeRstaNd
wHeN notHiNg turns out the way I planned
wHeN the sky turns grey and theres no eNd in sight
wHeN I caN't sleep through the loNely night

I turn to YOU
Like a floWer leaNiNg toWaRd the sun
I turn to YOU
Because YOU aRe the oNly oNe
{Who} can turn ME around when i'm upside down
I turn to YOU

wHeN my insides are wracked with aNxiety
YOU have the touch that will quiet me
YOU lift my spirit. You melt the ice
wHeN I need iNspiRatioN, wHeN I need advice

I turn to YOU
Like a floWeR leaning toWaRd the sun
I turn to you
{Because YOU aRe the oNly oNe}
Who CAN turn me around when i'M upside doWn
I turn to YOU

wHeRe would I be? What would I do?
If YOU never helped me through
I hope someday if YOU lost your way
YOU could turn to ME like I turn to YOU
I turn to YOU
Like a floWer leaning toWaRd the sun
~soNg by Melanie C


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Through the Looking Glass

I've had to take a few days off aNd giVe myself soMe aloNe tiMe; wRitiNg iN the wiNdow aboVe the door, tRyiNg to uNdeRstaNd... it's a tRustiNg soRt of motion i'M goiNg tHrougH. CaN't eVeN seem to wRite what I really waNt to. NotHiNg good, bad or iNdiffeReNt, let me tRy to explain...
I should haVe announced the gaRdeN wiNneRs fRoM the 'MotHeRs Day' tEa paRty by now but fouNd myself haViNg to put 'life' oN pause for a moMeNt aNd speNd soMe quality tiMe with my kids. The siMple tHiNgs... mom iN the kitchen cookiNg, while the souNd of Harry Potter is playiNg in the back gRouNd. I needed to eNjoy this, the eVeRyday stuff. EatiNg diNneR at the table together, heAriNg tHeM chat about life... beiNg a faMily together.
So wHeRe does the tRustiNg paRt coMe iN? woNdeR wHy I eVeN wRote that woRd to begiN with...
TrustiNg moRe iN the daily moMeNts iN life, ratHeR tHaN woNdeRiNg what coMes next, what I haVe to do tomorrow or the next day or eVeN the week or year after that. TrustiNg moRe iN the quiet {heRe aNd now moMeNts} of life. TrustiNg iN lettiNg go of the {what if's} iN life.
I need to soRt my feeliNgs out moRe but fiNd myself feeliNg like tHeRe is a tiMe coNstRaiNt of wHeN I should haVe all these eMotioNs figuRed out. YOU would tHiNk between eVeRytHiNg I do eVeRy day, I would haVe it coNcise aNd doWn to an exact scieNce by now but I doN't aNd not suRe if I eVeR will, not suRe if I waNt to. I tHiNk for now, I just waNt to tRust iN tHe {heRe aNd now} moRe... So for now heRe is wHeRe I will be, iN the wiNdow aboVe the door, wRitiNg with the RaVeN iN my aRt JourNal... aNd I pRoMise I will keep YOU posted oN wHeN I do figuRe soMe of those tHiNgs out.
~aRt JourNal of poeticgarden.com

MotHeRs Day CoNtest

tEa tiMe moMeNt~
i'Ve been goiNg tHrough so maNy mixed eMotioNs the past few days, that seemed to haVe taken me off guard. I didN't tHiNk "MotHeRs Day" would iMpact me the way it did.
Usually it's customary to aNnouNce wiNneRs on the day of a coNtest but how do YOU eNd a 'tEa paRty' that was made fRoM heAveN? Let me explain...
I cReAte {for} the faiRies. So eVeN in my daily routiNe of life, it is who I am, it is who I woRk for. After all {they} haVe tRuly helped me out iN my life aNd haVe blessed me moRe tHaN I can put iNto woRds. So eVeN if YOU doN't belieVe in faiRies, the question still reMaiNs the saMe, Why? why did I choose this caRd for YOU?
Here I was, so focused oN YOU receiving tHis 'GreetiNg CaRd' fRoM the faiRies, that I foRgot about me. What I mean is... "Oh botHeR" let me tRy to explaiN this aNotHeR way...
wHetHeR YOU woRk for facebook {blogger} or 'twitter' or peRhaps YOU doN't, the fact still reMaiNs the saMe. I just waNted to say "Happy MotHeRs Day" to YOU.

I will post the wiNneRs fRoM the "MotHeRs Day" coNtest sHoRtly
eNjoy your GreetiNg CaRd fRoM a 'tEa PaRty' Made iN HeAveN
~Blessed Be fRoM Poetic GaRdeN

Gift to a MotHeR

iN a caRd that was cReAted was a message made for YOU...
The Card I chose for "MotHeRs Day" is my gift I wRite to YOU.
The gift that HE has giVen is the gift I giVe to YOU.
That a precious boNd was giVen befoRe our tiMe oN eaRth
A gift HE gaVe was giVen, like a motHeR {she} was Hers.
What a GraNdMotHeR gaVe, was giVen in a message deSigNed for YOU...

{faiRies I see aRe aNgels Dressed~up iN Butterfly wiNgs}

So no matter how I cReAte it, this caRd was Made for YOU,
as my "MotHeRs Day" present giVen a Gift I giVe to YOU.
a woRldwide 'present' for all of those who caMe
to a 'tEa PaRty' made in Heaven that was written just the saMe...

{Every MotHeR has a 'Story Book', a place for her to dReAm.
A place wHeRe faiRies can fLy like aNgels Dressed~up iN Butterfly wiNgs}

'GreetiNg CaRd' dedicated to my Heavenly Father
"Happy MotHeRs Day"
fRoM www.poeticgarden.com

MotHeRs Day CoNtest

On December 2nd, 2010 Poeticgarden.com wrote the fiRst eVeR

'liVe' GreetiNg CaRd on Facebook.

"A giRlfRieNd is oNe of the best eMbellisHmeNts

you can have to a cReAtive woRld" ~poeticgarden.com

the gaRdeN is haviNg it's {2nd Annual} facebook 'liVe' tEa PaRty coNtest
in HoNoR of MotHeRs Day

hidden beneath the wRitiNgs aNd riddles fiNd the {message} that was written

in the StoRy Book of Poetic GaRdeN this past week.

StaRt at the {tiMe of Gratitude} page below aNd READ your way up

DoN't foRget to check facebook aNd 'twitter' The White Rabbit has wRitteN a lot of clues to help YOU discover what's iNside the 'GreetiNg CaRd'

What do you tHiNk the next Poetic GaRdeN 'GreetiNg CaRd' will Read?

Post your aNsWeR by May 9th, 2011 on aNyoNe of our oNliNe gaRdeN liNks

{blogger, twitter or facebook}

The fiRst TWO gaRdeN fRieNds that POST their aNsWeRs of what the
{message} Reads

will receive Priceless 'ooak' aRt Pieces fRoM the Gallery Vault

Winners will be announced

{CoNgRatulatioNs to KaReN aNd tHe Mercik's}

~wHeRe iMagiNatioN aNd Discovery CoMe aliVe

Through the Looking Glass

eNricHed is how i've been feeliNg this week, didN't tHiNk I would get much tiMe to wRite my thoughts doWn. Well heRe I am up in my {wiNdow above the door} wRitiNg in my aRt JourNal. I fiNd myself cHaNgiNg moRe each day UpoN how I SEE 'liFe' How I actually 'tHiNk' aNd 'liVe' YOU SEE a WoRld for how it is. I SEE a WoRld of how it should be... YOU see?
Oh Rats, ok let me tRy to explain this aNotHeR way. Why is a Raven like a wRitiNg desk? for the saMe reason that a wRitiNg desk is like a Raven. YOU SEE? Precisely My poiNt Exactly! which is why there is no better way tHeN to say just this...

I'm a Real Estate AgeNt for faiRies (cRicket moMeNt, I know just hear me out)

I cReAte actual HoMes for faiRies. I also go in search of existing hoMes wHeRe faiRies like to liVe. Ok now that I have that written doWn... let me see, if my woRds doN't becoMe riddles fiRst, I will do my best to explain... fRoM how I wRite to how I speak, I iNteRpRet what the faiRies tHiNk. SoMe see tHeM as aNgels aNd I SEE tHeM with wiNgs, iMagiNe if WE all just saw tHeM as just oNe tHiNg. iMagiNe if you liVed in a faiRy WoRld, NOW iMagiNe what this woRld would look like...
How would you describe it? How would you SHOW soMeoNe what your 'faiRy WoRld' looks like to you? Would you use cRayoNs aNd staRt dRaWiNg or pick up a paiNt bRush aNd staRt paiNtiNg? or maybe a pen to wRite it all down or seNd a message by text? Take a picture aNd seNd it by eMail or peRhaps 'twitter' it all iNstead...
I've been 'BloggiNg' on Blogger aNd even 'iNstaNt Message' a few, woNdeR if all that modern technology will do...

To Show YOU my StoRy Book i've cReAted for YOU

fRoM a caMeRa to a coMputeR or fRoM a paper to a pen, my haNds I giVe in giViNg, it is how I tRuly liVe. So if it's fRoM a Picture, Greeting Card or two or fRoM a 'quote' on Facebook it's my Scrapbook Gift to YOU.
Now that i'm doNe wRitiNg, oh I do hope you uNdeRstaNd, why a Raven is like a wRitiNg Desk like a pen beneath my haNd...
YOU will always fiNd me woRkiNg with my faiRies, soMe see aNgels iNstead, I SEE tHeM with wiNgs of guidance of how to tRuly liVe. ~fRoM the aRt JourNal of poeticgarden.com

ViNtage Cupcake

tHeN tHeRe aRe days wHeRe all I CAN do is jourNal aNd pRay.
WoNdeRiNg what to say...
I staRt reMeMbeRiNg the fiRst tiMe I met my Best fRieNd TiffaNy, 7yrs is a loNg tiMe. To have met her wHeN she was a MotHeR of oNe to her daughter Kylie, now a motHeR of two boys, Braxton aNd Mason. Such a woNdeRful day we had gettiNg caught up on life at ViNtage Cupcake this past week. With her two boys in haNd, we weNt about our day gettiNg what we needed doNe; wHeN it coMes to life sorts aNd such "business as usual" of beiNg Best fRieNds, I guess you can say.
She has seen me go through quite a jourNey in my life aNd has always been there through thick aNd tHiN. At tiMes I fiNd myself tHiNkiNg that there is no way I could have goNe through moMeNts without her as my side~kick paRtNer in cRiMe. She iNspiRes me as a motHeR, fRoM her hoMeMade recipes, to her adoRAble modeRn day Betty Crocker approach on life. She seems to make beiNg a MotHeR siMply effortless aNd tiMeless. If she is not teNdiNg to the Chickens for fResh eggs, she's teNdiNg to her faMily in a hoMe grown soRt of way.
Discussing life, woRk, faMily aNd meMoRies over scrumptious tEa aNd Cakes. Like woRds out of a StoRy Book page...

"A giRlfRieNd is oNe of the Best eMbellisHmeNts you can have to a cReAtive woRld."
Here's to 'bRoKeN down toasters' of beiNg a Mom, tEa tiMe with a fRieNd aNd sHaRiNg our Life's JourNey together in a viNtage kiNd of way.

www.vintagecupcakebakery.com
(I was good, No cupcake was harMed in the makiNg of this day)
~aRt JourNal of Poetic GaRdeN

tiMe of Gratitude

"It's that tiMe again in the gaRdeN to express our most huMbled tHaNk You's aNd gratitude for the coNtiNued support in seeiNg Poetic GaRdeN grow. The aMouNt of accoMplisHmeNts could not have happened without each aNd every oNe of YOU. Through haRdsHips, gRoWth aNd coNtiNued self~discoVeRy, YOU have helped this gaRdeN develop iNto a patcHwoRk of tiMeless meMoRies. If you have visited this gaRdeN at oNe poiNt in tiMe, your footpRiNts will still be left on our paths as a way to say "tHaNk You" for helpiNg our gaRdeN grow.
We have coMe a loNg way in such a short tiMe. A few updates that aRe takiNg place...
Poetic GaRdeN will be lauNcHiNg it's '2011 Collection fRoM the 'Life's JourNey' liNe aNd iNtroduciNg iNto the gaRdeN Three New faiRies. Both addiNg such a wHiMsical flare to aNy Magical StoRy Book.
Without all of YOU, Poetic GaRdeN wouldN't have grown so much aNd be where it is today. By your kiNd woRds aNd actions, YOU aRe helpiNg us rebuild our Non~Profit ReadiNg Program aNd would be appreciative of your coNtiNued support through out this new season as we striVe to bRiNg the Magic back iNto ReAdiNg.
We also have been given a great opportunity to connect with a few schools in Indonesia aNd look forward in sHaRiNg their progress with you as we dReAm woRlds apaRt.
We value aNd appreciate your coNtiNued geNeRosity aNd caRiNgNess. It's iMpoRtaNt that we coNtiNue to sHaRe with YOU the iMpoRtaNce of dReAmiNg. fRoM tiMeless moMeNts captuRed through 'ooak' cReAtioNs or disCoVeRiNg the magic in your own gaRdeN... we iNvite you to coMe aloNg with us on a New JourNey wHeRe iMagiNatioN aNd 'Self' Discovery coMe aliVe through MotHeR NatuRe.
tHeRe aRe always New tHiNgs sprouting up in the gaRdeN aNd caN't wait to sHaRe tHeM with you this coMiNg season. Here's to discovering your footpRiNts ~Blessed Be fRoM www.poeticgarden.com "

aRt in Review

DeSigN #123 GraNdMas faiRy GaRdeN

My eyes gAzEd across the GoLdEn HuEs a WoNdErLanD of color cream, white and shades of blue. Touching every thistle, every blade of grass, smelling the sWeeT aiR and feeling the morning dew in between my TiNy ToEs.
I reached to catch the ButteRfliEs and poNder the thought of riding on dRaGoNfly WiNgS as they DaNcEd around my head. I looked to the sky to follow their sHimMeRy trails noticing the big puffy white clouds rolling by leaving a soFt bReEze on my TeNdEr cheeks and a gEnTLe wHiSper in my ear.
The sWeet sCeNt of wildflowers mixed with an orchard of granny smith apples was my HeArts awakening to a mAgiCal place not often seen. For the faiRies had come to play with me in gRaNdmAs gArDeN for the day leaving my soul with such pEaCe.

8x8 'ooak' Scrapbook aRt WoRk
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Original Issued Date: JuNe '2010
K&CoMpaNy, BoBunny, My MiNds Eye
Poetic GaRdeN faiRy StoNes
MakiNg MeMoRies, Prima Flower Collections

"tHeRe aRe two oRigiNal aRt Pieces that I did that left me feeliNg like I had tRuly woRked with my gRaNdMotHeR. FeeliNg the waRmth of her slight nudge for me to do soMetHiNg just peRfectly. SuRe it's oNe tHiNg to cReAte with diffeReNt eleMeNts but it's aNotHeR wHeN you aRe beiNg guided of wHeRe to put tHiNgs.
All the way down to the deSigN of the paper, I was re cReAtiNg a moMeNt in my life. A moMeNt that brought me such peace aNd claRity. Early moRniNg rise to a crystal blue sky with the taRt sMell of Granny Smith apples. Just those details aloNe always brought me back to my gRaNdMotHeRs backyard. The actual pRiNt of this paper by My MiNds Eye, helped me visually show a pattern that was so common on my gRaNdMotHeRs dresses. The White Flowers syMboliziNg the puffy white clouds that caMe rolliNg in by mid day, air so crisp, clean aNd fResh. As I set out on my moRniNg adveNtuRe searching for faiRies in my gRaNdMotHeRs gaRdeN. " ~Poetic GaRdeN aRt JourNal

Twig Collecting

One of the tHiNgs I eNjoy doiNg is exploRiNg uNique aNd out of the way places. This is where I teNd to fiNd iNspiRatioN fRoM the faiRies. A few years ago I discovered a produce staNd not too far fRoM me aNd often fouNd myself day dReAmiNg of wHeN I could go back. I receNtly had a cHaNce to do just that aNd what I fouNd was a well loved faRm with such rich history aNd soMetHiNg you would fiNd out of a Story Book.
CalliNg him the 'stick guy' for maNy years, Lyle Dabb established his laNd in 1972 aNd seNse tHeN he's been producing aNd selliNg everything fRoM Willow BraNches, Wreaths fResh Produce aNd moRe. Nestled iNto the couNtRy side of Ogden, Utah, Lyle's produce staNd iNvites people of all ages to explore not just the fResh produce but for soMetHiNg a bit moRe Magical.
A place where faiRies loVe to live...
Old Red BaRns still staNd the test of tiMe while years worth of haRd woRk aNd deteRmiNatioN aRe collected iNto thousaNds of buNched bRaNches fRoM Lyle's near by faRm.
I love using hoMegRoWn bRaNches in my floRal deSigNs but most of all I love coMiNg to Lyle's Produce StaNd to be iNspiRed by his aMaziNg ability to bRiNg natuRe to life in it's truest foRm, a pRiMe spot for faiRy 'twig collecting' iNdeed.
I caN't wait to go back aNd discover a moRe detailed look beHiNd Lyle Dabb's Produce as he takes me on an adveNtuRe exploRiNg the couNtry side in a way you've never seen it befoRe. tHaNk You, Lyle for your aMaziNg taleNts with MotHeR NatuRe aNd for beiNg such an iNspiRatioN to me.

Lyle Dabb Produce
Ogden, Utah
Vegetables, Dry Flowers aNd Wreaths
~www.poeticgarden.com coNtiNued featuRe

Discover Your gaRdeN

“Capture a Magical MoMeNt in Your gaRdeN”

Adorable gaRdeNs aRe popping up all over in the community this year aNd couldN't resist in sHaRiNg with you what the faiRies aNd I have discovered.
A Seasonal featuRe capturing local gaRdeNs in a Magical Storybook SettiNg.
Discover the iMpoRtaNce of dReAmiNg aNd see YOUR gaRdeN coMe aliVe like you've never seen before. The fiRst gaRdeN will be feAtuRed the beginning of next week. Hope you will join me on a Magical AdveNtuRe capturing special moMeNts not often seen quite like this...

photography by poeticgarden.com
"Sneak Peak" of the fiRst feAtuRed gaRdeN
In Appreciation of Angel Crossing Neighborhood

Star Gazing

I weNt star gazing last night. The air crisp but you could tell that spRiNg was here. The ice cycles aRe goNe now but I always coMe back to this picture because it reMiNds me of how beautiful the night sky liNe can be aNd of all the places that the stars can take me.
ImagiNiNg that my spRiNg gaRdeN has just been nourished, barefoot in a pair of diRty holy jeaNs. Table set with an endless bouNty of fRieNds, flickering dRagoNfly lights fRaMe the patio, swaying in the soft breeze.
Evergreens greet me into the night sky where everything seems to staNd still. CaNdle lights fade aNd laughter seems to go on for hours.
I clutch my aRms to shield myself fRoM the cold, it's late. Quick to iMagiNe aNotHeR place in the night sky,igNoRiNg the harsh spRiNg frost between my toes.
One last look upwards, tRyiNg to couNt the layers in the daRk jeweled sea. WishiNg that I could be up there soaring.
Socks aRe soaked fRoM the cold water that seemed to settle in the outdoor mat. Reality kicks in to tell me that it's freezing outside. My gaRdeN paRty will have to wait for aNotHeR tiMe.
For now I can at least dReAm aMoNgst the stars each night. For that is what i'm tRuly grateful for the most. My very own sky to gaze into, an eNdless sea of iMagiNatioN aNd possibility, even if it's on a tiNy lil' water logged back patio aNd a frozen outdoor mat. ~aRt jourNal of Poetic GaRdeN

aRt in Review

oNe of the veRy fiRst aRt Pieces I ever did, still does not have a nuMbeR issued to it aNd it is the oNly aRt Piece I kept out of the eNtiRe collection.
It reMiNded me of a period I was oNce goiNg through. Uncertain of myself, uncertain of my abilities. FeeliNg absolutely volnarable to what the woRld might tHiNk.
I wRote a poem to this aRt Piece, but i'm afraid that it's tucked away aNd I always believe that tHiNgs stay tucked away for a reason.
In the poem it expressed my sadness that no oNe tRuly believed. Yet after gettiNg the poem down on paper, I realized that it was me that didN't believe. Taking soMe tiMe to get over my fear, I decided to let go aNd just tRust in liViNg moRe. To not hold back on what I believe in... to cReAte this piece.
Taking what I learned fRoM my gRaNdMotHeR, I felt compelled to staRt showing to the woRld a small glimpse of how I see Life.
Slowly to eMeRge fRoM the daRkNess, realizing that sHaRiNg my woRld with others is a paRt of liViNg, it's a paRt of giving aNd expeRieNciNg life.
I keep this aRt Piece as a reMiNdeR of so maNy tHiNgs in my life but most of all a reMiNdeR to stay believing in myself.

Issued '2009-'2010 ooak aRt WoRk by poeticgarden.com
iNspiRed by www.papayaart.com "Begin"
aNd Angel GreetiNgs iMage (facebook)

faiRy StoNes

"Touch soMeoNe with your wiNgs... you may help tHeM dReAm today"
faiRy StoNes by www.poeticgarden.com CoMiNg Soon to a NEW GaRdeN...

MoMeNt in tiMe

Ok this is 4 tiMes now that I have tRied wRitiNg about my Easter WeekeNd with my kids. This will probably eNd up beiNg the 5th atteMpt of docuMeNtiNg this paRt of my jourNey on blogger. None the less I feel a bit out of sorts with my woRds. Pressuring myself to jourNal about soMetHiNg so that I could get soMe of what i've been feeliNg out. FiNdiNg aNy music to help express how I feel.
GoiNg through the iMages aNd viewing the pictures that we took at RaiNbow GaRdeNs; I kept fiNdiNg myself stuMbliNg for woRds to wRite or say. DeletiNg over aNd over again. SearchiNg for a soNg aNy soNg just soMetHiNg that can help me say what I waNt to say.
I just wRote a whole paragraph of David Gilmour's Lyrics to the soNg 'Smile' oNce again deleting the woRds. I know there is a reason why I keep repeating this paRticulaR soNg but I caN't coMpletely figuRiNg it out yet.

I tHiNk my kids were embarrassed to be seen with me at tiMes... but we had so much fun aNd it was great to see tHeM sMile. I was like a kid in a caNdy stoRe, there were so maNy tHiNgs to look at. tRyiNg to take in every moMeNt I possibly could. ReMiNisciNg on the very fiRst tiMe I visited this particular gaRdeN with tHeM. Would everything be exactly how I iMagiNed it to be?
As the days aNd seasons past, it was all I could do to day dReAm of a moMeNt in tiMe like this but never did I iMagiNe that it would happen so quick or fall on Easter Weekend, of all days out of the year.
I tRied every which way to analyze aNd aRticulate, fiNdiNg myself balaNciNg out a new layer of my 'Life's JourNey'
LookiNg back to what I had just receNtly goNe through in my life, I realized how much I had not been forgotten by my Heavenly Father aNd how much he never let go of me. He knew how iMpoRtaNt it was to my heart aNd how much my spiRit dReAmt of this day. He gave me the courage to not give up, gave me stReNgth in my wiNgs that I didN't know I had aNd the ability to eNduRe aNd to him I am tRuly grateful for the sacrifices he made for me.
Still stRuggliNg to fiNd all the woRds, I keep hearing an old sayiNg, "If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, its yours forever..."
Happy Easter to my woNdeRful kids aNd tHaNks for lettiNg me be your MoM

tHaNk You, rainbowgardens.com for helping me make a dReAm coMe tRue with my kids. An Easter WeekeNd I will never forget.

tEa tiMe

Good MorNiNg... Vanilla tEa Cup in haNd with a dash of Peach Medley aNd a haNdful of suNshiNe. So much to do in the NEW gaRdeN aNd not suRe wHeRe to begiN. This might take a while to get just right but i'm suRe I can fit it all in. There aRe fields to be haRvest aNd tHiNgs to make... oh what will I ever do?
I've been fluttering about tRyiNg to get tHiNgs doNe with so very little tiMe. I had hoped to have told you but please uNdeRstaNd, that I oNly have oNe tiNy list in my haNd. I'm 3" tall aNd my shoes doN't fit. SoMe aRe too small aNd soMe aRe too big. I tRy to get tHiNgs so that they aRe just right. But I fiNd that my gaRdeN is getting too tight. No tiMe to spare so little sleep, I wish I could sluMbeR aNd couNt my sheep.
Too much too do, too much to sow, haRvest of pleNty aNd a bouNty to grow. A place where the faRies all woRk like a bee, all woRkiNg together... to see what I SEE.
There's tRiNkets of pleNty aNd baskets aRe full, of all the bouNtiful haRvest we'll grow.
Oh the day has just begun with tEa in my haNd. Just talkiNg about it, not suRe wHeRe to begin. For now I will sluMbeR, tweeter aNd sleep, dReAmiNg of all that I envision aNd see... twitter.com/poeticfairy

'faiRy Keeper'

my 'faiRy Keeper' took me on a walk, he did, to show me aNotHeR way aNd in the process of showiNg me gaRdeNs, he had to flutter away. It made me sad to see him go aNd had so much to say. If I could take oNe day with him aNd give it all away. Hoping that he would heRe my prayers aNd coMe back to me oNe day

my 'faiRy Keeper' took me on a walk, she did, to show me aNotHeR way aNd in the process of showiNg me gaRdeNs, she had to flutter away. It made me sad to see her go aNd had so much to say. If I could take oNe day with her aNd give it all away. Hoping that she will heRe my prayers aNd coMe back to me oNe day

my 'faiRy Keeper' walked with me aNd placed my haNd in his, to hold him tight aNd feel his love aNd know that he tRuly LiVes

my 'faiRy Keeper' walked with me aNd placed my haNd in hers, to hold me tight aNd feel her love aNd know that HE was hers

a boNd that oNce was bRoKeN NEVER gave away the stReNgth it took to hold your haNd aNd retuRn to him soMeday ~by poeticgarden.com

Through the Looking Glass

I saw this quote the other day while woRkiNg in oNe of my iNteRnet gaRdeNs (Facebook)
GoiNg through soMe huge gRowiNg pains recently, I fouNd myself returning to this quote.

"The PURPOSE of life is to discover your gift. The MEANING of life is to give it away."

BeiNg held captive to what I was readiNg, I slowly began to siNk into each woRd written aNd woNdeR how it applies to me.
Trusting in my Heavenly Father moRe tHaN ever on my 'Life's JourNey' I have faced a lot of challenges that have tested my faith. At tiMes feeliNg so bRoKeN with my wiNgs, struggling to fly. What I realized is that I forgot to believe in myself, which soMetiMes takes a lot of eNduRaNce aNd courage. To tRuly followiNg my heart aNd not be afRaid... lettiNg go aNd tRust in the discovering process of knowing who I AM... Faith in ME.
Learning that if I didN't believe in myself, that's wHeN I noticed I was no loNgeR flyiNg. A paRt of believing in myself means that I have to give of my taleNts aNd not be scared. I tHiNk oNe of the gifts I am discovering about flyiNg is that it iNspiRes me to not be so afRaid of what the woRld might tHiNk, that soMetiMes lettiNg go of soMetHiNg means you aRe williNg to sacrifice for soMeoNe elses needs through the gifts we aRe given by Heavenly Father in short our (natural taleNts.)

And through that process...
fiNdiNg out that the meaNiNg of life is to give towards others aNd there you will fiNd your greatest gift of all
~www.poeticgarden.com

Charity

"And Charity suffereth long, and is kind, and envieth not, and is not puffed up, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil, and rejoiceth not in iniquity but rejoiceth in the truth, beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things." ~fRoM The Book of Mormon

Say...

Through the Looking Glass

I've been goiNg through a rough patch recently in my life aNd fouNd myself retracing my steps on the jourNey i've been on by takiNg a deeper look into my 'aRt WoRk' aNd all I can say is "man this is not easy"
I tHiNk I am actually afRaid to expose aNotHeR layer of what these cReAtioNs mean to me. As I type these woRds I question whether or not I have the courage to sHaRe all the layers. I've been stRuggliNg for several moNths on whether or not I waNted to do the latest website news 'aRt in Review'
I didN't realize it tHeN on my jourNey, that the path I chose to walk on was goiNg to be the haRdest aNd the most painful but never has aNy otHeR path I have chosen make me feel like I am LiviNg even if it hurts really bad soMetiMes...

that I'm afraid to say what I waNt to say but feel like I am staRviNg myself if I doN't...

aRt in Review

deSigN #126 faiRy Blossom Delight
coMe fly away high above the tree tops where the faiRies fly all day
coMe away with me and dReAm of a place far far away
blossoms as big as candied apples as far as the eye can see
coMe dReAm a little dReAm aNd fly away with me...

8x8 'ooak' Scrapbook aRt WoRk
copyrights of poeticgarden.com
Original Issued Date: June, 2010
K&Company Candied Baubles & 3D SpRiNg Baby Bugs
Prima Flower Collections
Bear by Stacey Ninberg Taylor~faiRy embellishments by Poetic GaRdeN

aRtist jourNal MeaNiNg
I stuMbled upon a site I had oNce discovered before but forgot about pixiehollow.com aNd how I caMe upon the site again was a miracle in itself. You see at that particular tiMe in my life I was goiNg through a growing period within my soul. Struggling with so maNy eMotioNs, not really knowing what I was searching for but knew my spiRit was aching for coNtiNued iNpiRatioN aNd cReAtivity. There I was oNe night not beiNg able to sleep as usual aNd the forces of nature took me back to a place I oNce had been before but coMpletely forgotten about. FiNdiNg Pixie Hollow was iMpoRtaNt for me not oNly for iNspiRatioN but a child like woNdeR of a place wHeRe I could step into a woRld that my soul dReAms of everyday aNd tRuly believes in. A place wHeRe I could iMagiNe my soul to live aNd be...

Flying fRoM oNe Cherry Blossom bRaNch to the next, sitting aNd visiting with other faiRies. As the sweet smell of nectar fills the air, sparkly new buMble bees aNd butterflies emerge fRoM a loNg wiNteRs nap.
Like a spiRit that is forever evolving fRoM oNe stage to the next, evolving into a new jourNey, a woRld of beauty aNd self discovery. I knew my spiRit had blossomed oNce again aNd fouNd myself filled with such gratitude of what a new season of life can bRiNg.

dReAms

Those who dream by day are cogNizaNt of maNy tHiNgs that escape those who dream oNly at night. ~Edgar Allan Poe

faiRy LaNdscapes

It's that tiMe of year again when I look to MotHeR NatuRe for haNds on iNspiRatioN aNd insight into a woRld that requires patience, uNdeRstaNdiNg aNd a moRe quiet way of viewing life.
One of the tHiNgs I like to do each spRiNg is to fiNd a location that I am drawn to aNd breath in the new spRiNg air, block out the back ground noise aNd focus my eyes on the details aNd different layers of the surrounding plaNts aNd trees. Noticing the different stages of life that aRe beginning to eMeRge aNd hearing the biRds siNg in the near by bRaNches above.
It's haRd for me to iMagiNe living on this planet without coNsideRiNg a 3 dimensional poiNt of view. My Heavenly Father as the 1st dimension, me as the 2nd dimension aNd 3rd is the Earth aNd what lives within it.
I have been blessed with aMaziNg opportunities to discover soMe of the most tiNy aNd delicate details that MotHeR NatuRe has to offer aNd couldN't go about my jourNey without showing my appreciation aNd love for what I have been given. I siMply cannot waver on the hidden woNdeRs that live beneath, that bRiNg such puRe joy to my soul. Teaching me about the most siMplest aNd peaceful ways to live my life.
I am truly grateful that I have the opportunity to give back to what my Heavenly Father has given to me. CreAtiNg aNd woRkiNg with MotHeR NatuRe that in a way would be coNsideRed unreal or unseen.
This is HIS gaRdeN aNd feel it is my duty to do my part in caRiNg for it. Which means loving aNd respecting all creatures great aNd small, providing hoMes for those who have been forgotten... my faiRies

Faith

A Spiritual JourNey

Across from the mountains, A little house sits in the tree's,
I'm lost in tranquility, As my soul tries to breath.

White clouds moving slowly, The breeze a calm still,
I'm caught in the moment, As my heart starts to heal.
A piece of me, In the startling blue sky,
As I spread my wings, My soul starts to fly.

I fly to unknown places, Where pain and hurt once dwelled,
As the memories flow pass me, My eyes start to swell.
Tear drops drip slowly, Down my cheeks,
The wind wipes them dry, And gives me some peace.

Soaring so free, Over water and land,
My Spirit Guide gently, Takes me by my hand.

He shows me what was, And what's meant to be,
And why my life, Is so important it seems.

A long soar, Like the eagle high,
I bow my head, And I start to cry.
Back on the land, Across from the tree's,
I began to realize, What healing means.

It mean's not to forget, Let the past flow,
Of all the horrors, One soul had to go.
To take the strengths, And apply them to life,
Is a valuable lesson, I've learned this flight.

Alone in the sunset, I watch it go down,
When I finally realize, What peace I have found.

© Wind Walker Glamorum Clan
Art pRiNt by Charlena

aRt in Review

deSigN #113 MotHeR of TiMe
A MotHeR of grace, she geNtly sMiles, the years of summers past
The meMoRies she holds within her heart of her children, keepsakes that forever last

8x8 'ooak' Scrapbook aRt WoRk
copyrights of poeticgarden.com
Original Issued Date: April, 2010
'ooak' Glass Baubles by Poetic GaRdeN
Prima Flower & Butterfly Collections
Making Memory Brads

aRtist jourNal meaNiNg
"I always coMe back to this particular aRt peace because of the overall feel aNd colors that I chose to use. Tranquil in every way to convey the eMotioNs I was feeliNg at that particular tiMe in my Life's JourNey. A portrait of a young girl aNd boy that reMiNded me of my own children aNd the newly discovered love I had never experienced before with tHeM. A sileNt boNd that together is spoken of a MotHeRs love to her children that will staNd the test of tiMe"
~copyrights of Poeticgarden.com

Courage

"It takes a lot of courage to show your dReAms to soMeoNe else"
~Erma Bombeck

Gratitude

It's nice to know that God is with me no matter where I go. He is always there to catch me if I should stuMble or if I fall. LiftiNg my wiNgs up in tiMes of weakness, reMiNdiNg me how much he loves me most of all.
~poeticgarden.com

Twitter

you can always fiNd me in my 'twitter' gaRdeN for quick updates on life, iNspiRatioNal thoughts aNd ideas at: twitter.com/poeticfairy

SpRiNg

SpRiNg is almost here in the gaRdeN which means the faiRies will be out in full force collecting dew dRops aNd discovering new ideas to sHaRe for the upcoming season.
Enjoy breathing in the new growth that MotHeR NatuRe has awakened us with aNd ~Blessed Be fRoM www.poeticgarden.com