
sit quietly with me
see my many faces
I can be anyone you want me to be
first, you have to find me
Q

sit quietly with me
see my many faces
I can be anyone you want me to be
first, you have to find me
Q

The apostles, Great Ocean Road, Australia

If you are a fan of the mystery series out of Australia, Miss Fisher, they you will recognize, this home, as the home of Aunt Prudence.

The above is Miss Fisher’s home, the day my sister and nephew visited there were signs that they would be filming from that location later in the week. I really enjoy this series, not only for the time (period) pieces, but the wardrobe the star of the show, Miss Franny Fisher wears.
This is a time in history, where I enjoyed the architecture of the homes, and the fashions of the day. That Australia has such lovely buildings from the period would entice me at some time in the future to board a plane to see them for myself. I have seen wonderful architectural buildings from the Art Deco period on Florida..
Having a sister who loves to globe trot has its benefits =^_^=… I can appreciate she does all the packing, waiting in airports, doing tours, and jet lag. My nephew, whose photography you have enjoyed, follows in her footsteps. For now I’m content to be an armchair traveller.
Appreciate what others bring to you that enhances your delight of new experiences .. =^_^=
PL Principe # 3 I will live with a mind of appreciation towards others and things.
PL precept # 7 Everything exists in Relativity.
Photography V.Mersh

A beautiful sunny day after all. A late start to the day, but once on the road, it was lovely. The further from the busy pace of the city we got, the calmer I felt. With nothing really planned, it was nice to wander towards where we wanted to visit, but with no real need to be there, we could enjoy the ride.
The fields are bare, barren, trees are waking up, but there are still no buds in sight. Other years we would have seen some sign of new activity, not so this year. Low lying fields are damp, wet and in some places completely covered over by water. I looked for animals, but except for a few sheep, resting in the sunshine on higher ground, there wasn’t much to see.

I did find a large quantity of a full range of colour in acrylic spools of yarn, and the needles to work with them. Have I a clue on what to do with them, no. If anyone out there knows, I’d love to hear from you. I was smitten by the colours and the prospect of doing something artistic with them.

My husband sighed quietly when I climbed back into the truck with my little one… “I thought you said, you weren’t going to start collecting dolls” the dear man, it wasn’t a question, he shook his head.. He didn’t say it, but he was thinking.. he hoped this phase will be short and sweet, he really is the VERY BEST. =^_^=
There was much more we explored and experienced, it was simply one of the nicest of days.. I came home content with my “treasures” .. I had done the background for the flowers before we left. After supper, the flowers magically appeared, it was 1,2,3, et voila, I was smiling. I liked what I saw. =^_^=
Every day won’t be like today, but the happy days, out number the “gray” days. The minister in NY. wrote that we need to apply ourselves more to “living like the sun” PL Precept # 8. I agree, and will try hard to practice being more cheerful, and to see the world through fresh eyes every day when I wake.
Happy Sunday everyone.. The forecast calls for blue skies with a lot of sunshine. Enjoy!
Oyashikiri (Blessings)

Today I had occasion to visit a hospital as a potential patient. The view from this side of the window is a tad different. OK it is very different, and every time I have this “moment” present itself to me… I am a dual person. Part patient, and part auditor.
I take in everything, the way I’m greeted, the way other potential “clients” are treated, waiting time, cleanliness, & important to me is the way staff interact with you.

Emergency drop off, you are faced with steps, there is a ramp over to the side, but unless you have been there before, or know it is there, you have no choice but to try to make your way up the steps.. that have a very considerate sign that says, “be careful, slippery when wet” something to that effect. I was able to make my way up the steps, but another lady who was clearly in great distress was doubled over by the time she made it into the reception area.
My own journey through the “welcome centre” was smooth enough, except for the first person who spoke to me like I was a child who wasn’t listening. to her sergeants command to “wait”! Unfazed I did wait until the lady who I mentioned earlier came in and there was no one to help her. Then MY ” I am higher than you in the chain of command” persona took over.
All in all, as I said, for me the hours were productive. I did get to lie in a private room with a call button at my side, and IV in my arm.. the colours of the room were soothing, and altho’ I could hear the hustle and bustle around me. I could detach, I was in an area that was prepared should my body do something that required their immediate attention. I put my vest on backwards to keep my chest warm, a gown under my head, rolled like the Chinese neck supports of olden days, and slept.
When I got home, I painted the friend I met while sleeping.. Big smile. She is not finished, but wanted to capture her sweetness before I totally wake up.
Another day has come and gone. Hope you had a good day. I am going to be a good girl and REST till I see the doctor next week. What will you be up to. A lot of fun, and happy making of memories I hope.
PL Precept #18 Each moment is a turning Point
PL Precept 17 Grasp what is most Essential
Oyashikiri
Dymoon

Another time, another place
lazy days, quieter times
where television news didn’t rule the day
where children played in innocence
in country lanes or on tree-lined streets
off the towns central core
of country store, drugstore, and maybe a diner or two
with a small town community center
and of course the church
where friends and neighbours
gather Sundays to pray.
Today on Thursday Doors I searched for this picture, that I might have shown you before. It inspired me then, and it does now.. because my friend, I want to slow down, we are not slowing down before we act. We are seeing this in the upheaval in the world around us.
We celebrate the past, and the soldiers who died for a cause. Yet on the next page is a story of aggression and violence.
People move to the country to get away from “city” living, and then they want the “city” comforts to be built around them, Where once the quiet town enjoy a peaceful surround. They discover that where once the dairy farm had been, a big box store was going in. The lovely little glen and babbling brook that ran behind the farmer’s home, was being paved over for a parking lot
Doors are opportunities. They open to new discoveries, or close to hide or forget the past. Doors are symbolic, doors are not a decoration, they serve a purpose. This door, to me, is symbolic of another time, a reminder that yes, we can go forward, and we can progress, but look how well maintained this door is. It may be plain, but it serves, and it is respected, someone has lovingly kept this building maintained.
Let us look after our selves, we do maintenance on our cars and homes regularly to keep them tip top. It is time to make sure that we maintain balance in our lives too. Spiritual healing, is imperative, put love back in our lives, not lust, but LOVE
PL Precept 14 World Peace is Everything
PL Precept # 20 Live maintaining equilibrium between mind and matter.
Oyashikiri


Sometimes I feel like the sun
sometimes I live in the darkness of night
sometimes, I am happy inside
Other times, I feel like I’m on the run
But, whatever, where-ever
I am always with God
Life IS
PL Precept # 11 Always be with God
When we live with God
we appreciate and accept
Life IS

Oyashikiri

For me… mixed media.. acrylic. original art, by dymoon for dymoon =^_^=
First, let me begin by telling you I do not collect dolls. I have over the years belonged to the CDAA (Canadian Doll Artist Association) a club that no longer exists. We were doll artists from all over the world who had an interest in one of a kind dolls. Certainly not the kind of doll pictured above.
I met a lady in a shop, who over time, we developed more than a hi, good day, how are you relationship. I found out she is an avid doll collector, not the one of a kind type of dolls but in particular ones from a Canadian company, that have a certain look to them, and a wardrobe. Like myself, she is a crafter, and artist, with her hand in many different project. We are many such “creatures” on the planet, and we thrive on the exchange of ideas and the inspiration we get from one another.
It is in appreciating the differences in the people we meet that we ourselves grow. I truly believe that. Seeing their “vision” and “creativity” inspires me to look at the objects that come into my sphere of “seeking” when I’m out on a “treasure hunt”
The doll above, I’ve seen over the years in fancy boxes in shops that sell to the doll collectors, and have passed them without a second glance. Today I saw this young lady with her beautiful hair rather messed, and untidy, hanging all over the place, her shift which once had been clean and starched, was now faded, dusty and had a staining (that brown coat of “age”) that made her look shabby. To add insult to her condition, where other dolls were priced at a respectable price, she had been marked at a ridiculously low price. The colour of her outfit doesn’t really show properly, but the dress at one time looks like it was a pastel Easter green. Her crochet vest was perhaps an off white or linen colour. Her mother would have been proud, her undergarments were still white.
Yes, I brought her home, used a crochet piece I had to put her hair up so that I could get her clothes off, I’ve soaked the grime out.. and will give her a cleaning when I have time to get back to her, Why did I do that. I have no idea. I know I will not be starting a home for wayward dolls. At the time it seemed the right thing to do.
We all get old. Some more gracefully than others. The kindness we show to others, and the reason for our actions at times is not clear to us right away. But I know for a fact, that goodness, begets positive. When we live with a desire to live our lives with pure intentions, life is good. There is always a reason for our actions. When you believe this, the moments of awareness become more frequent.
Today was Monday, tomorrow is Tuesday, how wonderful is that! Sleep with dreams of soft pastel wonders, and tomorrow wake to a day filled with vibrant colour.

A recent expression.. I was experimenting with my new watercolours on canvas and tissue. Life is good, share your happiness with others.
PL Precept #19 Begin once you Perceive
PL Precept #16 All things Progress and Develop
Oyashikiri

Good Evening everyone. Mixed media is when an artist uses more than one media or technique to work on a canvas or project. In this instance, I had a canvas I wanted to recycle I applied gesso, then acrylic and when that dried, I went on with water colours. I have used water colour on acrylic before, but this time I wanted a dark background, so wasn’t sure how the water colour would show.
I was pleased with the results, I sculpted the canvas first with different tools, then applied the water colour to bring out the “feeling” I wanted. My water colour pallets were the Medallic Accents (Prima) nothing too fancy, and the Prang Ovals by Dixon.
Because I basically work to express myself, I use products that appeal to me, either colour range, and price. plays a part in what I get. One could say, self indulgence. I create to please my need to express visually what is passing through my frontal lobe. This makes for happy happy, I know I’m happy when I hear myself humming.. I paint, I hum. =^_^=
What does it mean, I’m asked, or what am I supposed to see? is another one. The short answer, is whatever you want to see. If what you see speaks to you, Enjoy. There is no rhyme or reason, my expression, whether writing, painting, or sculpting is because I want to. I gave up a long time ago trying to please..
We learn in PL, we, WE have to be happy, it is up to us to be ourselves. If we don’t know what we want, or what makes us happy, how on earth can we share honestly with another human being. It is no one else fault if you are unhappy, no one can make you unhappy unless you give them the power to.
OH my.. must not get going on one of my pet philosophies… Just wanted to share with you, my happy “dark forest” Makes me smile silly.
A holiday Monday for some, others are back to work.. hope your week-end was a good one, let us have a joyful start to another week.
Look who came to visit. He is from Malaysia..his ribbon said..Yu Pin Wan, does anyone know what that says? Google translate didn’t help me. Doesn’t matter, I think he is darling and will let him stay for a while.

Oyashikiri
Blessings/Namaste
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.

sometimes, the camera wants to do what it wants to do
sometimes the sunshine is so bright, you can’t see what you are taking
sometimes, you are simply intrigued by a design, texture

sometimes you hear the announcer on a radio talk show say the weirdest things.. at least to you they are, but to a different generation they seem to generate a lot of discussion. When you think about it, it is the same discussion that was taking place years ago, just different people, who have not lived through the years you did, so .. to them, it is really a big issue.

Did you know that you can burn incense sticks in this “urn” and pray to your ancestors?

This was a fairly new cemetery, markers gleamed in the sunshine. No, don’t ask, I have no idea what the writing says, I believe tho’ that the characters are Chinese.


This was my happy find. The sun on my iPhone was a darn nuisance. Where was my camera, at home of course…
Hope you had a good start to your long week=end. Working on mine =^_^=
PL Precepts #15 All is a mirror
…tomorrow is another day….
Oyashikiri