Reason to Rhyme

I remember I had a silly question the other day, 
A question to answer all the way.
A bird,  I am,  alone on the lines,
A symbol that can't read the signs.
I cry out and it makes a song,
To relieve the pain in me all along. 
A life I love,  and I will live,
Centered on Him,  prepared to give.
A storm I feel,  will pass I hope.
The dark will pull and grope.
Resistance to the melancholy,
Apart from the rest. 
I love when the glow of the mornings,
The day glow at its best.
This is what makes me sing,
A fragile bird,
Delighted to take wing. 
Bright colored feather, 
Dropping on the ground.
Waiting to touch the ground,
Waiting  to be found.

Breakfast for the love of bacon...

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Reminder

The sun gave this cloud a silver lining this evening. .. like God often does for me. I am currently reading 50 Shades of Grey for the second time. ..and falling in love with it all over again. This is my dirty little secret. .. hush hush.... I'm also starving because I have a weigh in tomorrow. I'm going to eat Taco Bell after because I can and TB is my weakness.  I haven't decided on what I should read next or start up alongside this book, but I should probably find something more educational besides my art textbook. ..

Coffee lover

If you love and can't live without coffee, you'll appreciate this! Add ice cubes made of coffee to your iced coffee recipes!  My Togo cup has gel inside the walls of it that freezes when you put the cup in the freezer. You'll never guess where I got it... Dollar General!  Stay tuned for my next post which will be about repurposing items you already have.

Create

I paint to release my stress.

The Good Wife

Check out the lady I admire at timewarpwife.com! She makes me motivated,  I finished her book #the good wife's guide... it's must-read!

What Is The Creative Asking of Me

            What is the creative asking of me? The creative doesn't ask a lot from me, it is more or less always there for me, waiting to call on it in a time of need. Being creative can not only send a message, but it can speak to many people in times when we speak different languages but need to say something.  Art has always been an outlet for me, or an escape from the scary realities that are so often in our everyday lives. Sometimes art speaks for us, when we don’t have the words to say how we feel or what we want to do. People pray for peace, but some artists can “create” peace and be heard without speaking a word. My creative side is more spiritual and has a calming effect on me. Painting and drawing is the equivalent to meditating for me.

            Whenever I was sad, or mad, or happy, there was a way I could express that through art. I had an outlet in my poetry as well. I loved to create and share with my friends and family. Some would say “good job” others would cry. I wasn't and am not a skilled artist by any means. It was “what” I was creating, not “how” that mattered. I could speak the language that could speak to anyone’s soul, the language of art.

            I was an absurd teenager with good grades and poor social skills. I remember my favorite class was art, and the teacher had me in her class all four years of high school. I didn't have many friends, but I had all my extra hours of school dedicated to creating. I had dreams of going in to graphic design and creating images that didn't necessarily sell products, but ideas. I wanted to create things that would make an impact on people and change their lives for the good. I wanted to make them think. My Father however told me that there was no money in art, even though I protested it wasn't for the pay; it would be for the purpose. Needless to say, I lost that battle and ended up in medical classes instead of my much beloved art.

            To this day, I still like to create when I find the time. I feel like my words are more powerful these days then my paintings. I enjoy poetry, but art is still a language I like to speak every now and then. Sometimes I will get the urge to grab a canvas and create, and often I end up disappointed with my work, but sometimes I get it right. I feel like I am meant to do great things, but for now I let the beauty of this world and what others create to affect me. I enjoy viewing art much more now than I used to. I sometime see things and wish I had a great camera or better skill at painting to recreate the beautiful moments I come across. Often I am stuck filing it in my memory, but I do love to see the works of others. Some artists have a lot to say, and sometimes I feel like I understand what they are trying to get across, sometimes I have to dig into my soul a little deeper. Then I realize some things were meant for my own interpretation just to appreciate and enjoy.

            The creative will always be in me, even if just as a companion to follow me through life and teach me to appreciate the lovely things left in this world…