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Thursday Doors 3.10.17

door 2 march 9.17

drums beating a steady rhythm

a deep droning chant

accompanied the talking drums

somewhere within the lush vegetation

there would be a path

leading towards the origins

of the mesmerizing communication

behind each door

is a the total sum

of what “Nature/Universe”

has in store for us

find the door

open the door

and walk through

for all you do

each passing day

if look to find the door

meant for you.

Q

Oyashikiri

Mother 1921-2017

Mother passed 3.6.17

Mother’s life was like an abstract painting, she lived creatively and managed to  keep all the  assortment of unique personalities that she loved  on one mosaic canvas.  She had an inner strength and resolve that kept her going for 96 years. Pansies were her favourite flowers.  She loved colours, when she set her mind to something, it got done. In later years, she loved to , crochet and knit in quiet times, but she dedicated much of her life to volunteering and working for the good of others.  She remained actively involved in all her charities and “projects” till well into her golden years. RIP Mother, your unconditional love and tenacious spirit, will always be with us.

PL Precept #1     Life is Art

Oyashikiri (blessings)

 

 

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

 

silent voice

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Sometimes when I’m driving, I get half formed thoughts, inkling of ideas, nothing really pithy, just thoughts drifting in and out as I wind my way through the traffic along the highways and side roads.

Sometimes there is a particular sentence or catch phrase that will stick with me, today it was “silent voice’  I was coming home from church, its been a busy week with my Mom having to be moved to long term care, (all this in a very short period of time)  So I’ve not had the quiet times I usually have on a daily basis to regroup.

If I try to focus on one particular task, I get restless, and I need to find a way to slow down, “chill” as we used to say.  I was cleaning out a box, sorting the contents to get it ready to recycle, when I found an inexpensive canvas I got somewhere, with some kind of print all over it.

Without really thinking about it, I got out some of the old paints that were in the box, and threw some on the canvas .. using the brayer, which of course, didn’t work well, the canvas was not well-stretched over the frame.  The paints were a lime green and a fuchsia type pink, old enough that they were not well blended.. but I didn’t seem to care, I just persisted with the brayer till I covered the canvas.

You can see, I then began to wipe some of it off using an old brush that had a dry tip… somehow the silent voice saw a pair of eyes .. and that is what I tried to find.  when the voice stopped. I stopped.  that is the way it works for me.  I feel much better.. my Lemur called so, because that is kind of what it reminds me of, is sitting there, content to watch me as I type.

Life is what it is, isn’t it.  We all have a silent voice, we just don’t always hear or listen to it.  I’ll see what I think when I wake and visit with him tomorrow.  Yes, I feel it is a “him” or would that be hymn  =^_^=

Oyashikiri

Thursday doors – the door

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The Door

Inspired this reaction from

one of my dearest of friends..

Is that that darn Avon lady again or is it those people pushing religion.  Don’t answer it!! 
Friends are very special
each one is so unique and so good
at offering us a mirror
or a totally different perspective
to where we are at any given moment
Norm’s – Thursday Doors
is a long time favourite of mine
doors have held interest for me
as long as there has been time
What is it about doors the keeps us
all, so enchanted by their shape
construction, size, and “personalities”
inanimate they may be
but a life of their own
is often found
when we the viewer
chance upon a door that
calls out from its frame
and no way can we  just walk away
a door holds mystery
inspires imagination
today’s door
was indeed inspired by
wall paper
and thoughts of elves
fairies and woodland
gardens where
little “ones” and their
forest friends
enjoy happy days under blue skies
and thriving vegetation
the mossy carpets under foot
a perfect place to play
and while the day away.
Oyashikiri

Wordless Wednesday 2.22.17

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Every picture tells a story, no two people will see the same “play”

Oyashikiri

Standing Still

928598_791261424274115_1067232012_nWhen in our lives do we actually – stand still –  is there such a thing?  As one second flows into the other…moments pass.. so does time… think about it.. do you stand still…………..

Oyashikiri

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