Thursday, November 17, 2016

During my brisk walk with mist falling faintly over my glasses, I thought of the sage words of Grace Lee Boggs, an incredible woman that I admire greatly. "The time has come for us to re-imagine revolution and get beyond protest. We have to think not only about change in our institutions, but changes in ourselves...It's up to us to re-imagine the alternatives and not just protest against them and expect them to do better".

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

There is a wonderful group of people who are part of Love Letters Live who want to keep the hand written letter alive. I am part of that group. Just recently I gave a presentation on letter writing at a local Woman's Group. The power of a hand written letter goes far beyond just saying hello. A letter can make amends, tell someone how important they are to you, say you love them, appreciate them miss them or simple praise. How exciting to see a personal letter arrive in between bills and junk mail. Writing a letter allows you to say something you might not have been able to say in person. I call it a "Just Because" letter. The thought of making someone happy or encouraged speaks through a letter without even uttering a word.
One of my favorite poet/artist is Robin Posyn. Her words of wisdom have been with me for years. I once read about talking lovingly to yourself. Then I asked myself "what makes me feel alive". It's my creative journey. Motivating people to grow, building self esteem. Nudging others to excel. Sharing pearls of wisdom. Using humor. Talking from the soul. Receiving personal mail. Learning other cultures and an uncluttered environment. All of these things enabled me to grow as a person. I was always a closet writer and recently joined a memoirs class which gave me the tools to show my work. I can now say that I am a published writer. Title "Best of Our Memoirs" featuring Louise Webb and her Memoirs Class. Several of my vignettes are included.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

A nod and a Smile

A friend just recently commented that since she has retired she feels a bit invisible when out. People she said don't really look at her nor pay any attention to her. Why is that, because we are getting older? Growing up, our old people were cherished in our neighborhood. Well respected, admired for their knowledge and experiences in life. An honor to be around someone who offered so much in stories and lessons to learn. I have begun to pay more attention to what she said. I told her I was going to make a point of speaking to every grey haired older person that I see and smile. This has made me feel great and I too no longer feel invisible.

Monday, January 11, 2016

Random Acts of Kindness

February 17th is Random Acts of Kindness day. My friends and I thought why not make it a life style and begin now. Sort of a "Kindness Revolution". Imagine if there were an outbreak of kindness in the world. Most of us are already kind and do wonderful things for family and friends..... So lets go the extra mile and do the unexpected: Send someone a handwritten note of appreciation. Introduce yourself to someone new. Smile at a stranger. Be good to yourself. Let someone go ahead of you in line. Pay the toll for the car behind you. Call or write someone you have not seen for awhile who would like to hear from you. Prepare a meal for a single mom. Bring your neighbor's trash cans in. Pick up newspapers while your neighbors are out of town. Drop a potted plant off at the fire station. Start small and it will bring you so much joy and delight others. Happy New Year!

Friday, September 4, 2015

Still Putting Paint to Canvas

I have been away from my blog for months but have remained knee deep in paint. Many nights I wake and scribble my thoughts on paper only to look at it the next morning and wonder what I had in mind. Often, I leave it alone and revisit it later then the idea becomes so clear and I find I must develop it further. A self proclaimed closet writer my poetry has taken on a new and more meaningful direction. A few published items and a couple of honorable mentions in several poetry contest really renewed my desire to write more. I have always had a lot to say and stories to tell.

Friday, February 28, 2014

Gratitude

Last year ended on a very busy and creative note. My Gallery show was such a success, old and new friends attended and enjoyed my new images. My favorite painting entitled "Image" sold to an old friend I had not seen in over 20 years. Our local new paper ran a story about my art and how it healed a broken heart. I now paint with joy and discovery. The response to that story generated a lot of mail from others who had similar stories. I am always astounded by the commonalities in the world. Just recently I volunteered to read to a third grade class and it was like living a dream. I always wanted to teach but along the way plan B happened and I am at last living another dream. "With the heady scent of lilac in every nook and cranny how could one not live a bodacious life."