mixed media, poetry, Uncategorized

Color me Purple


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Color me Purple – Part 8 of a 9 part poem on mixed media

Finally, after 2 1/2 months of not posting a ‘Color me’ girl, the purple one is done.

Purple is the color of royalty. Maybe it’s because purple robes were worn by royalty in the past and the rare occurrence of purple in nature made it one of the most expensive color dyes to create (source – Bourn Creative).

People of royalty are very wealthy. I consider myself royalty, but not in the earthly sense. I mean, let’s face it, you can’t just become royal. You’re born into it. I do, however, consider myself very wealthy, very powerful, and very free. Free to do what I like. Free to be who I want. Free to be me. Just me. And nobody can take that away.

My treasures are not things like gold and jewels. I could care less about them. My treasures are riches that can’t be bought. Divine and simple. Obtained without stress or anxiety. Deeply fulfilling and eternal.

How about you? What do you consider to be treasure? Are you deeply satisfied? Do you consider yourself wealthy and powerful? And how about free?

mixed media, Poem

Once Lost


Once Lost
Once Lost – A Mussete

The dove is often used to symbolize the Holy Spirit and peace. It also symbolizes the release of the soul in death. It makes me think of eternity actually. I believe in eternity, and that God has placed eternity in the heart of man.

Do you believe in eternity?


This poetry form, Mussete, is new to me. I found out about it by Ryan over at Days of Stone. I like the challenge of trying out different poetry forms, and used to write a lot more poems using poetry forms in the past. I thought I’d try my hand at it.

 

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Morning Coffee Thoughts – Take 2


I am posting this again, because it seems like WordPress is up to some funky stuff with my posts. Ever since the update, my posts aren’t going into the Reader. Let’s see if it works this time.

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Mixed media and thoughts

Just something I wrote during my morning quiet time a little while back. I saw this watercolour technique on Youtube and wanted to try it out. I like to mix art and words.

🙂

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Eternity in her heart


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There is a verse in the book, ‘Ecclesiastes’ that says, “It is beautiful how God has done everything at the right time. He has put a sense of eternity in people’s minds. Yet, mortals still can’t grasp what God is doing from the beginning to the end of time.”

I believe in eternity, and that there is more to existence then just time and space. More than just the material and physical. More than just the few years we have here.

What do you think? Do you believe in eternity? That there is something beyond our life experiences?


I am back. After a week and a half with very little internet access, I am so happy to be home. How did we ever live without the internet? Hahaha. I’m looking forward to catching up in the blogosphere. 

The above piece was inspired by a piece I found on pinterest. I am very proud of it and can’t believe that I created it. It turned out perfect for what I had in mind.

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Jar of Clay – Etheree


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I saw the most amazing photo of a life-like sculpture yesterday.

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Sam Jinks sculpture. Not a painting…not a photo… But an incredibly life-like sculpture.

Isn’t this an amazing photo? It makes me think about the cycle of life. We come into it as a tiny baby, live a ton of experiences, strive for eternal youth, but it’s no use. Sooner or later we all reach the winter of our lives and all of us have the same mortal destiny. We come into this world a little baby naked and we leave it naked.

I believe that the body is just like this jar of clay. It simply houses me. This jar is functional and serves a purpose. Along the way, in it’s fragility, it chips and cracks as it experiences the bumps of life. The beautiful thing though, is that God has made a way for me to shine. Within me, he has placed His very self, which is an eternal treasure that doesn’t waste away and decay. A treasure that daily fulfills and transforms me into something that meshes with this treasure. When this jar has served its purpose ,and who I am is released from it’s hold – ahhhhhhhhh – now that’s freedom.

Do you ever consider the cycle of life and how brief and fragile it really is?


The Etheree poetry form consists of ten lines. Each line has a syllable count as one higher than the line before – 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10

I have just returned from an amazing mini-vacation in Porto Seguro, Bahia, Brazil. It was an amazing four days. I will post some photos soon. I will be packing up the rest of our stuff and moving south this week. Busy times. It may take me a while to respond to any comments.

Poem, Spiritual

Security


Security

Today is thanksgiving in the USA, and I have a lot to be thankful for. I have a great husband and two beautiful children. We are all healthy and happy. I live in a warm sunny place that does wonders for the serotonin levels in my brain. I’m thankful for my home, friends and faith. I’m thankful for my purpose in life and the deep contentment and peace in my heart.  And…… most of all I’m thankful for my life. Today is my birthday.

I am no longer a spring chicken. The days of my youth have passed. And you know what? I’m ok with that. No problem at all. My security and contentment do not rest in what others make of me. It doesn’t rest in how I look or what I can do. It lies in something far deeper than passing things. It lies in something eternal.

Do you struggle with insecurity? Are you content with who you are? Where does your worth and security lie?

A huge Happy Thanksgiving to all of you beautiful Americans. I am thankful for you.


Yes, the photo is of me. It was taken during a performance when I was still dancing.