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will the circle be

broken, or … roll into eternity
once there was a strong bond
that with years of wear and tear compressed into
a band of steel so tight,so unyielding that
when time began to erode the composition
the reason for its existence started to fade
only the inner knowledge that once the fire that had forged that band
was slipping away. Soon when the dust returns to dust
the band of gold that once shone with meaning
will disappear .. into the eternity of time and space
and we will no longer be, you will be free
you always were you know
cages are created by the human mind
sadly when love is caged, it dies.
be free, love again
this time .. it will be forever. Q

Be thankful to your parents and to your ancestors. You are here today because the “torch of life” has been continuously passed down. always remember to be thankful.

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Remain true to yourself… never be afraid to express your true feelings.

Oyashikiri

a quiet moment

 

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Quiet, blue skies, puffy clouds, shadows, the dignity of dying, allowing for the next season to begin.  Gratitude and Acceptance.

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Some stay behind, some go on to reclaim their freedom, their work on earth is done.

Oyashikiri

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Quiet

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The other day, this pond was quiet, still.

Yesterday it was populated with a gaggle of ducks happily enjoying the sunshine of an early fall day.

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same location,   except in this picture I am on the other side of the little pond.

Before…  in  August

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Taken Saturday Sept 22.

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The only constant in life is change.   Life goes on.  Eliza’s post that I reposted to you just before writing this, caught my “mood” perfectly’.

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As one life ends, another begins  ——— one door closes, another opens.  This is what life is all about. new beginnings.

Oyashikiri

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death and dying

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I was chatting with friend the other day,  since cancer is now factored into my life, we were discussing how people react to the word. It was interesting to note, that when I said that cancer was much like being told you are diabetic.  She did not agree.  Her reasoning was that cancer usually  meant death.  I understood that she felt that being diabetic your chances were much better. Diabetes is known as the silent killer.

We are born to die.  Death is something we all face.  A perfectly healthy person, can drop dead without warning.  Perhaps they were borderline.. high blood pressure, maybe it was cholesterol, or like my husband, out of nowhere, after living a lifetime with his heart, and never having a problem,  he was told, he  had an irregular heart beat and it was problamatic to his cancer treatments ?

I fail to see why cancer gets top billing, and why because someone gets the cancer card, it is deemed gloom and doom.  Sure there are difficult times, but someone with a gall bladder issue, will be driven almost insane with the pain that they endure till something is done about it.  A kidney stone,  is not a joking matter either.  And ladies, how about that 9th month party of labour pain and the utter joy of the delivery room.

Cancer is a wicked surprise, and it is a challenge, however, we still go to bed each night and wake every morning.  How we choose to make use of our time while we are awake and greeting the day, is our choice.  The love of life, and the understanding that this is not the time to squander our moments, means that life is full.  Love continues to grow and shine it’s light into our activities.

There is an appreciation of the blessings that we have been able to share, and continue to share.

There is no escaping death, whatever circumstances we find ourselves in, we are alive, and we will continue to live until the day/night comes when we go beyond what is here and now.  Then, we will be forever/always.

No more, no less.

 

Oyashikiri

 

two pictures one”mind”

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Too tired to think, I reach for my brush, then change my mind and take the paint tube itself and simply lay the paint down,  There is no though no reason, or rhyme, my mind takes over, my hands follow directions.

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The previous night I felt tired, but I was happy, the colours and my strokes seemed to flow with ease and at a different pace.  I smiled as I posted this picture on Instagram, saying, can you see the face, or what can you see?  I was playful, I slept well.

The top picture was painted when I needed release from the stress of the day, conflict and sadness welled up inside as I faced the reality, yet again, that because you have a sibling, doesn’t mean you have a friend. In fact to feel hatred from someone you’ve known a life-time is really a very sad and hurtful  moment.

We can choose our friends, but not family.  We can walk away, we can close the door, disrespect and uncontrolled hatred that sounds in loud decibel at and around you.. is like walking into a war zone without protection. I choose to turn and walk away.

We all make choices, self-preservation is high on my list. I choose love, happiness = GOD.  With GOD in my life, I will work at being a better person.

Thank you to all of you who worry and call me, I’m fine, life is what it is.. God willing Mother will transfer over to a peaceful place, no more pain.. freedom will be hers. She had a long and happy life, she knows her family loves her, and that is everything.  Knowing you are loved, and God is with you.

Oyashikiri

 

lace and life

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Once upon a time, I thought I would like to try my hand at doing something different.  I had seen some beautiful pieces at an antique show and wondered how it was done. Having a creative streak that just won’t quit, I began to ask around and was surprised that in my circle of friends, no one tatted or knew of anyone who did. For lace, it was also an unknown art to my immediate creative buddies.  We were one of a kind doll makers, we sculpted, sewed and worked with totally different media.

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This is a picture of a cover from a tatting book from the 1940’s. In my treasure hunting expeditions, I had seen such a tool and had not known what it was and no one around could educate me either.  Now of course with access to google search and other such vehicles, information is more at hand.  Tatting is a dying art form, it requires a ton of patience, and a love for working with very fine material and following a pattern.

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When I reflect back on what I could have done, and what I in the end, have done….  well …. the methods of applying my gray matter, processing information, working with chicken wire, wire,precious and semi precious metals, sculpting materials like Apoxie Sculpt. or the liquid polymers like Paverpol  and Powertex, all gave me creative ways to express my ideas, feelings and thoughts in a visual way.

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This is a needle felted dancer that i did during my love affair with sheep, fleece and roving.  I like form, movement, and a sense of whimsy, I want abstract so that the viewer can find their own connection to my work.

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Here a Victorian “mystery” woman walks away, or if she is in your garden, and you are walking towards her, =^_^= you’ll meet her in a different way. This was done with wire, and fabric so that it could withstand Canadian climate, she does come in during the winter months..

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Crocheting  a hat so I could display felted flowers was the closest I got to lace and tatting.  We all express ourselves differently, what is important is that we do so in a way that will please us, and in so doing bring a smile to others.  For all of us who love to express ourselves, visually, vocally, (the written word is to me a visual expression) we are given the skills, and the tools, it is up to us to  create our own works of art.

When we do whatever it is we are attempting to do, with our full makoto (sincerity) and focus, our results are usually more positive and appealing to us and others.  Right… not everyone will like what you say or do, however, if you have spoken or applied love  and kindness into your actions, you have done your best.  That is really all you can do.

My father in law is as I write this,  is in his final days  here on earth.  He has lived a long and productive life (99) a man who till very recently was totally focused on what he needed and wanted.  He gave love, laughter and life to family and friends, now in the quiet of this journey, I visually see his life, like a piece of lace, beautiful in the making, and his memory will be a reflection of the time, patience and effort he put in to his personal pattern that no one else can replicate.

We create art…  however we ourselves …. are works of art….. life is art…………. 

Namaste   –   Oyashikiri

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