PAPER SEEDS Seeds of ART and THOUGHT
Come on in... relax, kick off your shoes, and get cozy for a few minutes. I intend this space to be a happy and encouraging spot in your day where perhaps you'll sign off feeling better than you did when you signed on.
I have so much in life that I want to create, experience, and wrap my head around, and I bet you do too. I dedicate this space as a safe place to "grow" our seeds... Seeds of movement to increase our joy, inspiration, and insight - Seeds of change and evolution of our souls - Seeds of of celebration and creativity - a place where we thrive to live lives we're proud of.
How cool is it that we are given the opportunity to create a future that doesn't exist yet. That we have the choice in creating our lives and planting seeds that will grow into our dreams. I want to learn more everyday about how to do this in my life, and I would love for you to join me.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Interesting that as I look back through my artwork over the past years, about half of everything I have ever created is a tree. Hmmmm.... never really realized how enamored I am with trees. But come to think of it, most of the photos I've taken are of trees too. What's that all about? I suppose something about a tree just resonates with me.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Our family is in Myrtle Beach, SC celebrating my son's eighth birthday. As I write this blog post, I'm taking in the view of the ocean as its waves lull me into a calm and peaceful place deep inside myself. Tomorrow is Ryan's birthday. Deep sigh... he is my baby.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
|My mom and me!|
Each mother's day, I ponder a gift for my mother that will demonstrate my love for her. The past few years I've been coming up empty... or should I say, the gifts that I struggle to conceive always seem to fall short of what I believe she deserves.
She's had the years of macaroni necklaces and hand-colored, glittered cards that I presented her as a child. She's received the expensive gifts that I sent her in my younger professional years, and she's graciously accepted a few years of simply a card or a phone call carrying a mother's day, "I love you." This year, I'm trying something new, something that was truly a pleasure to create.
Monday, April 4, 2011
A dear friend of mine from my childhood church came to visit me last fall. As we talked over lunch, I asked him if he had any suggestions for an anniversary gift for my husband, Terry. He went nuts over this book called, Men Are Like Waffles Women Are Like Spaghetti, written by Bill and Pam Farrel.
He had watched the book work wonders for many couples in his church and suggested that it might be just the tool Terry and I use for kicking it up a notch and understanding and celebrating our differences... after all these years. After 16 years of marriage, what could I possibly not understand about my husband? OMG!!!!! PLENTY!!!! He still baffles me beyond belief, and so does my son, so I immediately bought the book in hopes of uncovering the jewels of knowledge that would help me unravel their deep mystery.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Dear Mother Earth...
Sunday, March 6, 2011
|Made this mobile out of paper|
and fishing wire.
Monday, February 28, 2011
This past weekend, a beautiful soul left this earth realm to go back home. He was my friend.
He was a bright, shining spirit who profoundly affected anyone who knew him. His heart open, warm, and welcoming... his smile more so. His laugh...ahhh, his laugh could be heard in the ethers... an "in-your-face" huge, rolling, belly laugh that went straight to your core... healing you as it reverberated through your entire being. His laughter could literally lift the mood in a room in an instant... you just couldn't NOT laugh if he was laughing.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Image Source Page: http://www.rpgfan.com/pics/souloftheultimatenation/art.html
by Rebecca Wiles
Beautiful , glorious and sacrificing self for renewal,
you build a pyre and set yourself ablaze.
For the sake of self.
Red bird of fire come forth through your ashes a new bird
shedding the old self which no longer is needful.
You embrace your new strength and fly to new heights of the sky
to the city of the sun and give the ashes
unto the alter of the sun god for your immortality.
Embrace yourself for you are a child of the sun
and will live eternal through birth, death, and renewal.
The spirit never dies!
Sunday, February 13, 2011
"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness
is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love."
Monday, February 7, 2011
A recent suggestion from a friend (thanks, Elizabeth) prompted me to open my eyes to the world of art therapy. I love research more than the average Joe, so I didn't mind a bit diving right into some fun books on art therapy over the last few weeks and soaking in as much as I could ... and after learning more about the many modalities of art therapy, I'm excited about it. Not that I want to go out and get my art therapy degree... I just want to incorporate some of it into my life and see what it might teach me.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Easy like Sunday morning... well, Sunday afternoon actually. That's what today's walk around our neighborhood was... easy and nice. It was an absolutely gorgeous day here in Summerville, SC, so my son and I took advantage of it and went on a "photo walk" around our new neighborhood to see what we could get into.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Happy Day to you! I hope you have been warm enough this week. I am so ready for the thermometer to rise just a few degrees! Last week I talked about words. Some words are disempowering and others are empowering. And by using the empowering words we can sharpen and clarify our intentions.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
|Original Paper Collage from my "Word Bird" Series|
I absolutely love words. I like speaking them, thinking them, writing them, reading them, dreaming them, creating art with them... and living them. "Living them?" you ask. Yes, I say living them. What I mean by this is that words are powerful tools that can clarify, ground, connect, and direct our lives, and the words that we choose make a difference in our lives. Without words, we'd either shrivel up and die of boredom, or we might just evolve like the Aboriginal Real People who use mental telepathy, (which you can read about here.) It could go either way I suppose, but for the sake of the blog, let's pretend that without words, we'd all go insane...