After the performance
A Still Life
I remember my art teacher when I was 12 years old who taught me the principles of creating a still life drawing or painting. I learned that in art I could capture time and not let it pass, but keep it as a secret keepsake in this treasure chest of life. Thank you to My First Love; My Lord and Savior. For it is He who gives and creates, teaching us through this journey, graciously and abundantly sharing His extraordinary glory in every ordinary moment.
"...be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth" Psalm 46:10
Friday, August 22, 2014
Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path
photo by PatricePastel
Friday, June 6, 2014
Thankful for my oldest son. He has always been our creative one. God blessed him with wonderful talent. What a joy when your child grows into the man you love and labor over for hours, months, years ... then one day, you breathe easier. It happens. Parents often ask me, 'does it get better'? My answer may not be a resounding YES. All I know is once you become a parent, you are always a parent. The thing that truly gets better is this; the role changes. Then one day you find yourself filling in the gaps of the past and always so grateful for the grace of God. Maybe part of the parent journey becomes clearer as you stood in steadfast prayer, waiting. That, I find, has been the answer. And the reward, oh so wonderful the reward, comes at the proper time.
Happy Birthday today, my sweet son, now a blessed husband and devoted father of girls.
Love you more every day!
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Wildflowers of Spring
The emerging Trillium takes my breath away each and every year. A quiet walk introduced me to a secret encounter with a forest floor of white. While sunlight danced from the canopy above, the white ladies swayed below to nature's acoustic music. I will never forget that walk and my senses will always recall that day.
It's been 7 years since I took that walk. Gardens hold memories though all our senses. Only yesterday I found a new patch of wondrous white in a woods behind my mom's home. It's a bittersweet life sometimes. Building is taking place in that woods. So I quickly picked up my mom to take her there and we basked in that moment that brought us back to the day when my mom could garden for hours and lose track of the time. Lucky for me our gardens hold the times we share as family. So another Mother's Day may come and go, but this time it's a sweet memory made where time stands still. Love you Mom, always!
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
A peek into my sewing room ..............
"blossoms" boutique baby cloth
reminds me of pink and blue forget-me-nots
visit my shop for my collection
|4 layers of cotton|
|pretty blossoms, stripes, + 2 layers|
|my trusty Singer does the job|
Monday, April 7, 2014
There is something about smocking and pastel pink and French knot rosebuds that warms me inside. Could be because I swoon over the techniques of days gone by, or maybe it just takes me back to my ballet shoes. Whatever it may be, Spring is here for sure this week and I am preparing for my favorite time of the year. May the Lord bless you on this Monday, in every small task you may undertake today.