MY SPARK OF SUNSHINE

This is a portrait of my friend, Colleen. My spark. She is this ball of sunshine and light. I originally created this as a postcard and sent it to her. It was scanned after it had gone through the mail so it looks sort of ragged now, but the sprit with which it was created remains.

Here's to you my friend. May everyone be as blessed as me.

WHO WILL LOVE YOU WHEN I'M GONE?

Who will love you when I'm gone?

Who will know that you love pizza with jalapenos, pineapple and pepperoni?

Who will laugh at the quirkly dry sense of humor?

Who will kiss your forehead, tenderly in the night, when no one else is looking?

Who will hear words uttered only to the lover here for just a fleeting moment and then gone like the morning mist evaporating in the warming sun.

Who?

LOVE YOU, LOVE YOU, LOVE YOU

I'm thinking a lot about Valentine's Day this year. Plan ahead. Who do you love? How will you convey your feelings to them? I met a woman recently who told me that every day she prays for people. I've thought alot about prayer since my conversation with her. Every time something comes up in the news, at the office or wherever, I think about praying for that person,situation, etc. Say a little prayer today. Send out loving thoughts even when it isn't Valentine's Day.

AN EIFEL TOWER MOMENT

I was thinking about this world famous landmark. Everyone knows it. But for some reason the name just wouldn't come up in my memory bank. So frustrating! This menopause thing gets the best of me sometimes. I wandered around for a couple of days flipping through all the files in my mental vault, getting more and more agitated that I simply could not pull up the name. FINALLY ! It came to me! The Eifel Tower ! How could anyone but a menopausal woman forget the name of the Eifel Tower !!!!!

It used to be that when I forgot something I'd say "I'm having a menopause moment", but now I've updated that statement to one of more relevance "I'm having an Eifel Tower moment".

I guess one has to learn to laugh at one's self.............

THE OBVIOUS

This postcard is my illustration to Colleen's piece "The Obvious" . I so enjoyed the story she wove in my mind's eye.

You know, sometimes I wish my husband WOULD miss something !!!! He never misses any little detail with me. Even if I get a new pair of socks, he'll surely say "are those new??". Ha!

PLAYING CATCH UP !

I'm trying to get caught up on my postcard posts.

I send a postcard to my friend Colleen and my daughter Cherise once a week, sometimes more, sometimes I skip a week. I'm not as consistent as I'd like to be.

These two went to Colleen last week.

I nearly threw out the Guadalupe postcard by my husband had a fit, saying it was really cool and I was crazy, so folks, here it is. you be the judge !

The Red Shed sits on the side of the road on the way to Jemez Springs, New Mexico. Next to it sits the "Thread Shed". I've never seen them open for business, I think they are abandoned but I have always been a bit taken by them and wonder what the story is. Maybe you know the story???????

LOVE TO YOU

Today, my love flies out to you on wings, sailing through soft billowy clouds, crisp with the frost of a winter's morning.

Have a great week.

A TEACUP KIND OF DAY

Well, here it is Friday. A busy work week coming to an end. Seeing this beautiful teacup and dessert plate reminds me to relax, keep my cool, remember the elegance of life in everything I do, savor the sweet moments. This year I've vowed to keep fresh flowers on my desk everyday. It is so much nicer to come to my desk when I have those flowers to look forward to. Live a creative life. Make things nice to look at. Make a choice about what you see. Use a teacup !!!!! Have your lunch on a nice plate. And............have a great Friday !!!

It strikes me as funny that all of a sudden a memory of tea/coffee cups just popped into my mind. Is this maybe really meant to be a coffee cup?????? I used to be a member of a group of ladies who had a monthly tea.......they used plates and cups like this but they served coffee. I was quite young (mid twenties) and they were all grandmothers. They never quite knew what to think of me, I suspect. But I always enjoyed their company. We all lived in a small town in Wyoming and I found it quite sweet that they found a way to keep the elegance in their lives, even out in the middle of nowhere.

Christmas

My sweet grand daughter Iris really got into Christmas this year. She is just shy of 2 years old here. This toy was surely what she was ready for, as one can almost hear the little gears in her brain whirring away ! She spent hours on my lap absorbing everything this little box had to offer.

She's full on with the "terrible twos" and she's giving her mom and daddy a run for their money. I don't recall my son ever being such a hand full.