Life is Art
PL Precept #1
Oyashikiri
How nice, another birthday card. Rosie sipped on her tea, and listened as the movers grunted and called out to each other about the best way to get whatever it was they were moving into the house. Her birthdays usually came and went without much fanfare, but this time, she had to admit, all the activity of getting the “girls” settled in was a lot of fun.
Each was so different, and the luggage and pieces of furniture that were arriving each day, was so fascinating. So far, the silver dragon sculpture had been the best, although the very old roll top desk was also interesting. packages of odd sizes and shapes arrived day and night. She was so glad she had accepted the offer to be here.
Even her old chest of drawers fit in, her room was big enough for her to enjoy the privacy of her room when she needed it. Yet close enough to the kitchen and public area, for her to keep an eye on the coming and goings of the participants in the project that had brought them all together.
Birthdays were such happy times. She wondered how old she was… but then, catching sight of herself in the mirror, she smiled. Who cares she thought.. It is how I feel, and darn it all, I feel pretty good.
*knock *knock…” Roses for Ms Rosie”…. said a voice…
The day just couldn’t get any better thought Rosie. Every day was so full of surprises.!
We hope you had a grand day dear friends… join us again for tidbits on Rosie and her friends.
PL Precept # 2 To live is to express One’s Self
PL Precept #15 All is a mirror
Yes she knew he was not real, of course he was made out of pewter, and the blue gemstones were not the best… or so she was told… then why did she feel that he watched her every move. She wanted ChenMay to be there, but ChenMay was not with her, ChenMay was in another part of the grounds.
She hadn’t seen him at first, and now she didn’t know what had made her look down. As soon as the sunlight had gleamed on his eyes, she had known to stop. She searched her mind to try to recall what ChenMay had told her about the dragon. The dragon was part of the Wizardology classes that ChenMay gave each fall to new Apprentices.
She looked closer, and saw the defined scales all over his body, he was majestic.
“Oh there you are” ChenMay’s voice drifted towards them, as she approached where they were standing. “You’ve met ” she smiled as she bent to pick up the dragon.
Leonie would say later, that one minute the dragon was on the ground, and the next he was gone. ChenMay bent down, and when she stood, the dragon was gone. ” I saw him” she would exclaim, “he really was there, his scales shone in the sunlight. ”
ChenMay would only say, “dragon’s play, dragon’s fly away” then chuckle and turn away.
oh dear, oh dear,
what a silly tale
a dragon who can be seen
then simply
disappear
can this be true
what need I do
to have the dragon
appear to me
are girls being girls,
or is there a story
to be told..
PL Precept # 20 Live Maintaining Equilibrium between Mind and Matter
There is a world of wonder all around us!
Peaceful sleep, a deep slumber, or simply resting, our bodies need the down time. Time where physically we can just let our bodies relax in whatever way is comfortable. This way, not having to thinking of anything in particular, we can allow the mind to drift.
There are some who find that it is easier to have low lighting, and quiet, and others will tell us they like quiet music. Their mind latches on to the melody and they float off into space.
Back when… we used to call wandering in space astral projection. Are you familiar with that expression. Dreams are a form of memory recall, but in a code known only to the Universe. Eartha* and I touched briefly on this during our last outing, From very different backgrounds, and cultures, we still … as human… relate pretty much to LIFE in the same way.
As writers, a dream world is ever-present in our daily lives, as an artist, dreams explode into colour, pattern and textures if we paint, if we are musical, our voice, or skills with musical instruments, take us beyond our own realities.
Imagine a world with out dreams. Let go of day-to-day drudgery, allow your spirit to soar and take flight. Explore in the night, your inner Universe will bring a kaleidoscope of worlds, past ,present and future to you, open your mind to new possibilities =^_^=
PL PRECEPT #1 life is Art
Eartha* friend & kindred spirit
Couldn’t get any closer…the property was all fenced. Isn’t this just a delightful scene. Down the main road in a sleepy town on the outskirts of Ottawa.
HAPPY FRIDAY everyone
The sun is shining brightly, skies are blue again today, Ottawa has had a whopper of a wet season… Time to fly under the clear skies … an adventure awaits.
Acrylic abstract, created to soothe and calm. Relaxing to do, and a pleasure to enjoy.
PL Precept #1 Life is Art
—————————————————————————————————————————————— the day started at an easy pace, we were all still worried about Sam’s delay, the estimated time of arrival was July 11th. mid day. Finally when we still had not heard, we had no choice but to wait till today.
The surprise was that Celine arrived a day early… so time was taken getting her settled into her rooms. Her hair was a fright. Nothing would do but she wanted time at the spa.
MGA Entertainment 2009
Sam bless her heart, finally arrived, by this time, we were nearing panic mode. All is well, Dragon Soft, kept us calm.
Sam was really tired, we have all decided it is best to let her rest up before we find out about her journey here. (from United Kingdom) (A girl for all Time)
Both young ladies will add so much to our already dynamic “Family”
PL Precept # #7 Everything exists in Relativity
PL Precept #15 All is a mirror
PL Precept # 14 World Peace is Everything.
NB* Celine’s spa day, was a good cleaning and soaking in shampoo and conditioners.. her favourite part was the cleaning with Avon Skin So Soft
A day is made up of many segments, “chapters” enjoy them all. Q
Oh dear, was the mess cleaned up?
Ohhhhh, I think it is still wet….
PL Precept # 16 All things progress and develop
Positives – the girls finished painting the bird house
– they didn’t wait for more paint, they used what they had
– faced with a challenge, they took the opportunity to get it done another way
PL Principle #3 I will live with a mind of appreciation towards others and things.
Oyashikiri
continuation from yesterday’s blog
Part of the bird house had paint on it, but the rest was devoid of any colour. Instead, Rosie saw colour everywhere else. Splashes of vibrant colour was all over the papers, strewn on the floor.
She tried to imagine what had taken place, but besides knowing that the girls had been going to paint the birdhouse, she really had no idea, what had transpired during the time she had been in the other room preparing the evening meal.
Closing her eyes she tried to remember which of the girls had suggested the project. Leonie’s face popped into view, her face and hands splattered with paint. ChenMay had been with her, of course now she remembered, they were going to try to paint the bird house like the abstract painting they had seen at the gallery.
She opened her eyes to see the girls all looking at her expectantly .. they were waiting with great anticipation for her to say something. She didn’t know what to say, she was speechless. “hello” she said, “what happened here”
They all began talking at once, “one at a time please” she suggested. Then one by one, they began their tale of the painted bird house. They had all wanted to paint the birdhouse, but they couldn’t agree just how to go about it, so, they decided that they should each demonstrate their ideas on paper. They had so much fun with the paint when it dripped, splashed and swirled that they had gotten carried away.
One thing they agreed on, was that it was fun to paint each in her own way, and that being happy was what counted. They were sorry the bird house didn’t get painted, but they could try again tomorrow…. and please ..Rosie … they ran out of paint, could they have more?
PL Precept #2 To live is to express One’s self
Oyashikiri
acrylic paint, Artists Loft
12×12 American Craft paper – MayBerry
Rosie ,Leonie,and ChenMay are doll characters from previous blogs
Rosie stood back and looked at her chest of drawers. It looked like she last saw it, yet it seemed that some of the powders were not as she had left them.
Meanwhile, Breeana was outside fussing with the vines along the fence.
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She had carefully made her way down the path, pulling out as many weeds as she could along the way. Listening to her music, time had slipped by it was probably time for her to go in. She sensed that Rosie would be looking for her, and made her way towards the house.
Sure enough just as she reached the back door, it opened and Rosie was standing there, ready to call her in. Realizing they had once more found their way to the same place at the same time, they both laughed and greeted each other.
Ever since they had met, they just seemed to be on the same wave length. it was a comfortable feeling, and the beginning of a fast friendship.
“Breanna” Rosie asked “did you dust my chest of drawers today?”
“No, I thought of it, but didn’t want to go into your room without permission, why?”
“Nothing really, I just have the feeling that something was moved, or changed” both turned to look back towards Rosie’s room. To Breanna it all looked the same, but to Rosie, although it appeared to be the way she left it, something didn’t feel right.
It often happens where two people see the same thing, but each has their own impression of what it is they are seeing. They each will have their own realities, that is why it is important to have open dialogue and to think before we speak or make assumptions.
PL Principle #2 I will not have complaints about others, matters, nor the weather. Rather I will always be creative and will look for shortcomings in my own thinking and actions.
PL Principle #7 I will not have a mind to be hasty, worry nor be pessimistic.
Keep your options open and be flexible
Leonie and ChenMay who had been listening, looked at one another, they had not gone into the room themselves, but they had wondered about the bottles lined up in a row, and they knew that Kit and China, like them had given the room more than a passing glance. Soon they hoped Rosie would tell them about the “secrets” in her room. Did Breana know?
As the miles sped by, Rosie wondered what her new home would be like. She knew that she would like being with young people again, it was such a delight to watch them go from teen girls to young adults. It was already past the supper hour, so she would have only a short time with them before it would be time to call it a day.
The few belongings she had and her grandmother’s old dresser had already been sent on ahead, with luck, there would be time for a nice long bath, and some time to write in her diary.
Back at the house the girls were tidying up. They had been told that Rosie would be arriving, they wanted the place to look clean and tidy. The old dresser had been moved into what would be Rosie’s room, they hoped that when Rosie arrived, they would get a chance to see it up close and ask her about it.
Unfortunately it was the next day before they got to meet and greet Rosie. There had been a delay, Rosie had gotten in after their bedtime.
Rosie got to settle into her new “home” at her own pace, and in her own time. Since the girls had not been up when she got in. It would be so nice to fall into bed. Her room had been nicely set up. and her dresser was ready for her to unpack before getting ready for bed. Already she had ideas on how she would fix up her private space.
Tomorrow would be another day. Plenty of time to meet the girls and see what kind of projects she could do with them.
Sometimes in life we have plans, but due to circumstances beyond our control, things don’t work out the way we would like them to, or as we expected they would.
That is when it is important to accept the changes, and appreciate the time we have gained to do something else.
PL Precept #16 All things progress and develop
PL Precept #17 Grasp what is most essential
Oyashikiri
Rosie is an Our Generations doll
her wardrobe is Our Generations
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