A beautiful, slow falling, silent, large flake snow blanketed the day. Perfect for staying in on a day off, watching. It wasn't until evening that I tried to snap a few photos for a journal page I'm working on. Snow, like fireworks, is hard to catch on film. The gloriousness can't be freeze-framed like a smile or a flower. But we try anyway, to remind us of the experience. What we see through the viewfinder isn't always what we get in print. Sometimes there is an unexpected surprise.
A beautiful, slow falling, silent, large flake snow blanketed the day. Perfect for staying in on a day off, watching. It wasn't until evening that I tried to snap a few photos for a journal page I'm working on. Snow, like fireworks, is hard to catch on film. The gloriousness can't be freeze-framed like a smile or a flower. But we try anyway, to remind us of the experience. What we see through the viewfinder isn't always what we get in print. Sometimes there is an unexpected surprise.
Today you can finally pick up your E.A. Poe stamps, or as my friend Carrie cleverly named them: Poe-stage. And speaking of clever, how about those gloves? A gift from Lisa at Christmas. The figure came a while ago. She gets me.
Last month I confessed to being a packrat, and that I would gladly take your used postage from holiday cards. Several packages arrived with a bounty of loveliness. Thank you Inge, Gabriele, Debbie, and Seth! I'm such a lucky girl!
If you are in the NJ/NY area, don't forget ComicCon is here February 6 – 8.
Today you can finally pick up your E.A. Poe stamps, or as my friend Carrie cleverly named them: Poe-stage. And speaking of clever, how about those gloves? A gift from Lisa at Christmas. The figure came a while ago. She gets me.
Last month I confessed to being a packrat, and that I would gladly take your used postage from holiday cards. Several packages arrived with a bounty of loveliness. Thank you Inge, Gabriele, Debbie, and Seth! I'm such a lucky girl!
If you are in the NJ/NY area, don't forget ComicCon is here February 6 – 8.
See? Wasn't it obvious that my word found me? Rise. Looking & moving upWARD.
New word = new tools. Stencils and stamps with my default comfort palettes. This counts for Crusade No. 27 ~ Shape Up! A new shape that I'm running with.
I love it that you figured it out. All the guesses were good. Thanks for chiming in. You Get me.
See? Wasn't it obvious that my word found me? Rise. Looking & moving upWARD.
New word = new tools. Stencils and stamps with my default comfort palettes. This counts for Crusade No. 27 ~ Shape Up! A new shape that I'm running with.
I love it that you figured it out. All the guesses were good. Thanks for chiming in. You Get me.
I'm not one to 'pick a word' for the new year. However, this year, one came to me. Don't you love when that happens? When you least expect it, there it is. I have been working on some journal pages to wrap up and document thoughts, and processes, and evidence from '08. I looked back through my journal and there are a lot of roses. The year began with red roses, but ended with pink ones. I know that roses will always be a favorite image and will continue to show up in my work, my studio, and my home. One of my defining words for 2008 would be *rose*. And there it was, my word for 2009……
My friend Kathryn presents a prompt on her Soul Journal site to discover your defining word or words. It's a worthy exercise, to esteem toward something, to attempt at achieveing something, so set the course for '09. As I said, I don't usually define myself until the end of the year. But *rose* led me to *_ _ _ _*. I used the word in my last two posts (oops, 2 of the last 3 posts). That's how I knew the word came to me. It was an obvious choice to claim it, and has several meanings for me – creatively, spiritually, and cleverly. Can you guess what it is?
I'm not one to 'pick a word' for the new year. However, this year, one came to me. Don't you love when that happens? When you least expect it, there it is. I have been working on some journal pages to wrap up and document thoughts, and processes, and evidence from '08. I looked back through my journal and there are a lot of roses. The year began with red roses, but ended with pink ones. I know that roses will always be a favorite image and will continue to show up in my work, my studio, and my home. One of my defining words for 2008 would be *rose*. And there it was, my word for 2009……
My friend Kathryn presents a prompt on her Soul Journal site to discover your defining word or words. It's a worthy exercise, to esteem toward something, to attempt at achieveing something, so set the course for '09. As I said, I don't usually define myself until the end of the year. But *rose* led me to *_ _ _ _*. I used the word in my last two posts (oops, 2 of the last 3 posts). That's how I knew the word came to me. It was an obvious choice to claim it, and has several meanings for me – creatively, spiritually, and cleverly. Can you guess what it is?
I am just about finished writing my thank-yous for the pink socks. Nearly 300 cards are going out. Back in July this project offered me many gifts. For one, it was therapy - a distraction that kept me busy every day. I look back at the photos on my blog from that time and they are filled with vibrant color and sunlight. You can imagine it was a joy to be surrounded by the outpouring of love. It was a time when I didn't even want to get out of bed, but running to the post office became a daily ritual, and not only got me moving, but filled my heart. You divided my grief by taking some of it on, by sharing it with me. The support you offered by participating in the Pink Wink really carried me through a tough time. The act of sending me socks will never be forgotten because I *get it* that it was more than just meeting a goal.
On Saturday it will be six months since Shannon left us. I feel her absence. The holidays were hard. Turning over the calendar page to 2009 was hard. I didn't plan the timing of it but taking on the assignment of writing thank yous right now was perfect. It has been good therapy to revisit your names, to write you messages, to re-live the tremendous goodness that came from your winks, at this time when the sadness weighs on me. Again, you help me rise.
I am just about finished writing my thank-yous for the pink socks. Nearly 300 cards are going out. Back in July this project offered me many gifts. For one, it was therapy - a distraction that kept me busy every day. I look back at the photos on my blog from that time and they are filled with vibrant color and sunlight. You can imagine it was a joy to be surrounded by the outpouring of love. It was a time when I didn't even want to get out of bed, but running to the post office became a daily ritual, and not only got me moving, but filled my heart. You divided my grief by taking some of it on, by sharing it with me. The support you offered by participating in the Pink Wink really carried me through a tough time. The act of sending me socks will never be forgotten because I *get it* that it was more than just meeting a goal.
On Saturday it will be six months since Shannon left us. I feel her absence. The holidays were hard. Turning over the calendar page to 2009 was hard. I didn't plan the timing of it but taking on the assignment of writing thank yous right now was perfect. It has been good therapy to revisit your names, to write you messages, to re-live the tremendous goodness that came from your winks, at this time when the sadness weighs on me. Again, you help me rise.