artists – I Write

Blooming artist

Today I want to share my daughter’s website, Slowbloom. I’m excited to see her take her art to a new level, sharing and selling. If you see something, better snatch it up!

Already, she’s experiencing success and she only just began. This is one of my faves: My interpretation is besties. Here’s a recent photo of her. She’s a beauty! One in a million girl ❤

I may have known it as a child, but it took years to develop, and build up enough hours of practice to begin to embrace the title of writer. And even still, there’s so much to learn. But, it all began when I ~~stole~~ took the diary that belonged to my older sister. I began writing my thoughts, desires, and wishes way back then. However, I didn’t receive guidance, training, and encouragement to embrace it as a career.

It doesn’t matter what didn’t happen, but what does happen now. I will continue to write out my thoughts, desires, wishes and dreams until I’m wrinkled and gray.

All this to say that I’d like to share my son’s dream with you. I’ve known he was a musician since before he was born. How? Because he kicked in rhythm while I was pregnant with him. True story!

Anyway, my baby is now a full-grown young man who’s trying to live out his dream of being a full-time musician. He knows it’s a path that isn’t easy and he works hard to live out his dream. Click on this link and you’ll get a sampling of his band, Shortsweather . My son is the handsome one, in blue, playing the guitar. His band would like to take a tour coming this July. Will you help him live out his dream? Thanks for sharing this link as well.

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Thursday Off…

Whoever added Chocolate to a cereal I hadn’t bought prior, thanks. It’s pretty darn tasty. And the amount of chocolate is generous. Good job!!

At times I wake up and don’t feel like having my usual fruit/veg smoothie or oatmeal, so this is what I have. I’ve been known on occasion to even eat cereal for lunch.

Okay, enough of my eating habits. I want to update and say that we’re mostly moved in. Now, it’s not time for a party by any means, but the place is coming together. I still like it, but the honeymoon period is over. The good news is that my husband and I can make any place feel a bit better with ALL the artwork we own. The bad news: My husband and I may need to open up a gallery of some sort at some point. We have too many items and not enough walls!!

I’m gonna switch the subject and take a moment for the artist in me to vent:

I have this perpetual itch to create something! I’m looking around at our stuff, art supplies, sketch journals, thousands of pens, markers, etc. and it’s just driving me crazy!

Okay, that’s enough, I could go on, and I know the answer is to just do it! And I will. If you’ve moved enough times, you know how disruptive and irritating it can be to creative juices. I feel like a can of soda that’s been shaken with no release for the pressure.

So, if you come across me and see the “resting bitch face”, well, it may be a real bitch face. You’ve been warned. 😉

~Peace …I seek thee…

My Monday Ode

It is often the artists of the world that get at the core of issues. Artists, writers, and musicians alike evoke the deep groanings within us.

Listen to them.

They wield their brush, instruments and words like surgical tools, both stirring, and healing, inviting us.

Listen to them.

But, we run away from pain, shattered dreams, destruction rather than face the cause of these first perilous breaks. We fail to recognize these early signs as merciful warnings, and in our pride, we accuse, we rail, we persecute, and we shut out.–And this to our own (and those around us) detriment.

Facing early warnings can bring forth solution, discussion, intervention, but with it, humiliation, suffering, and truth, all we’ve been modeled to avoid.

Listen to them.

Until the time that the one who’s learned can finally, emphatically and boldly say enough, stop and no more.

Listen to them.

~peace friends