The past year has been filled with emotional highs and lows.  I am sure it is the same for everyone else.  My Mom has been gone just a year and I still find myself wanting to walk into the other room to tell or show her something.    Whatever your relationship is or was with your parents there is always mixed emotions about things said or unsaid.

I found myself in a profound exacerbation of my illness(es) and was told it was my stress and grief.
I needed to take care of ME and calm my stress levels down. 

I had been putting off donating my Mom's last shipment of Insulin that had arrived just a week before her passing.  So I finally took it to a local Women's Recovery Program. 

It sat on the seat beside me as I drove across town.  Her name printed on the outside of the container elicited tears.  It felt like I was saying good bye to the last of her.  I cried all the way there.

While waiting for the nurse I had just talked to about accepting the donation, I visited with the receptionists.  I had no idea what was going to fall off my tongue.. I just blurted out " do the women have an art program here?"

One of the ladies said not really.  The other said you should go to the Yellow House. It is the house for the nursery and school age children of residents here when they are in class or working all day.
So they promptly gave me a date and time for the next volunteer orientation class the following week.

I then met the nurse in charge of the Union Gospel Mission's 3 health clinics.  Annie came out and the receptionists said "We have a new volunteer"  She asked if it was for the health clinic and I said no to do art with the kids.

She said " come on   You can do it I can teach you."  I laughed and said I was a retired Nurse but had not kept up my license after acquiring my illness.  You don't need  a current license when you are volunteering.

So I agreed to also work in the women's health clinic at that House.  I got out in the car and just realized the commitment I made and  said.  "Thanks Mom.  This is your fault."

I know my Mom led me there to reach out and get out of my own grief and focus on someone else in more need. 

Every Tuesday I eagerly get up at 6 am to get ready and go the clinic and work with the women in the house who are sick or have sick children.  I have come to know them and care about them deeply.
They are women who took a wrong turn or made a choice that altered their live dramatically and not for the better.

They are committed to changing their life for themselves and some for their children as well.
They deserve love and respect just like any of us.

After Clinic is over I go across the court yard to the Yellow House and work with the school age children after school. In the summer most of the afternoon.  They have come to trust me and look forward to every new week and project I bring. These kids have been homeless and through traumatic childhoods.  They are broken and need so much love.  It took a while to break down their walls of acceptance and now I get hugs and smiles.  They even share some of their lives while we are working one on one.

When I first started I asked if there was a budget for supplies for the Yellow House and was told they had a one time budget of $20.  I didn't take it. I continue to haunt garage sales and thrift stores for art supplies and fill in with  personal donations.

This summer when all our granddaughters were staying with us, they came and volunteered in the nursery and worked with the school age kids on two different occasions.  A life lesson in viewing the underprivileged.  Our kidlets were wonderful and loved being there.

My health is more or less back to baseline with the limitations I will always have but life is good and busy. 

I still continue my Monday Mayhem art classes here at our house.  Kids come and go do to more sports involvement or entering high school.  I always seem to average a dozen kids.  These kids have happier healthier environments but I know Art is a universal tool to bring joy and some healing to anyone who indulges in it.

I would love to show pictures of the kids at the Yellow House and some of the art we have made but need to protect their privacy. I need to start taking pictures of just their art. I want to start doing art with the women but they have one free night a week and a card making artist has that time for now.

Please take a moment in your life and no matter how you feel just give someone a smile.  It will do more than you will ever know.

Hoping your day is filled with JOY and ART.

Liberate Your Art 2017

Once again  I have been participating in Kat Sloma's  of Kat Eye Studio's"LIBERATE YOUR ART swap.

The idea is to turn your art/photography into post cards and then send five different or all the same cards to Kat. With the help of many volunteers she then sends the postcards twice a week starting at the end of March until they are all delivered to the over 167 participants from  all over the world.  Everyone sends five and in return gets five and an extra one from Kat herself

Each year I look forward to trying to capture better photos.  Knowing I am going to be sharing them with other artists/photographers that are so much more professional pushes me to see the world around me form a different point of view.  And who doesn't love snail mail that is uplifting?

This year was a little different.  We were on vacation and so when we returned just recently I had all my post cards at once.  They all make me smile and so happy looking at them.

I sent the following photos this year.

These two photos were taken last Oct. when we spent a month on the Big Island.  We took a boat tour
to view the lava flow from the active Volcano Kilauea.

The pontoon boat held 40 people.  We were about 20 yds  from the flow.  The sulfur smell was very strong and we felt the warm steam and spray from the ocean as lava fell into it.  It was a breath taking site.  I am sure one I won't see again.

I drove into the drive way just after our first snow storm last fall and was greeted by this rose.  I had to take a picture.

                              This was taken on a fall walk in the rain.

I received the following post cards:

This beautiful cat looks like she could be a relative of my baby. The inscription on the back reads:

A look that will melt your heart and the pet of a nursing home resident. This was sent from Vi Jones.

Thank you Vi.  The cat is beautiful and so is the photo.

This original art was done by Amy Garten from Nashville Tennessee.  Amy wrote "Dear Artist--keep going. You did it! You spread love and color across the globe.  May your creative spirit thrive in 2017.  I love the colors and the simple message.   When I look at it again and again I see an ocean and sunset with a sail boat in the foreground. Thank you Amy.

This mixed media piece was created by Regina. I apologize if I don't have it in the right direction. I love to do mixed media and I have yet to really put it out there.  This inspires me to try that.
The quote on the back says "create what sets your heart on fire and it will illuminate the path ahead." Karma Voce.  Thank you Regina. I enjoy the balance and the colors.I see something different every time I look.

This is a digital painting by Kat Sloma of Kat Eye Studio in Eugene Oregon.  Thank you Kat.  I love this piece.  It reminds me of a chalk painting.  Thank you for all of your hard work in the swap.

This  original mixed media piece is titled "California Springtime" by Natasha Monahan Papousek.  Our Spring time is way behind and we are inundated with rain.  It is a sweet reminder of what is to come.  Taking in the entire picture with the music notes as well as the mountains and trees etc I hear a spring song.  The note of the back: Hello Art friend "How does the meadow flower its bloom unfold?
Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold- William Wordsworth Let your life be free and bold.`Thank you Natasha.

This mixed media piece is from Andrea in Vienna...Peace-crossing oceans  Inspire Kindness.  This is a simple but profound message.  It looks like she sewed the lines on here.  Andrea started swapping art just a few months ago. I love hearts so this will find a prominent place. Thank you Andrea.

I am blown away by the art I received.  Everyone is so very talented. It makes my heart sing to know there are so many wonderful artists around the world.  I hope this gives you inspiration to keep going or try something new.
Maybe you would like to join in next year's swap.

I have extra postcards if any one is interested in them.

To see more amazing art follow this link and see what everyone else received.

Have you seen Olaf?

I am sitting here with a hot cup of coffee.  Won't you join me?  It is once again snowing and snowing and snowing.  Poor John is out shoveling after two week's reprieve.  This winter is reminiscent of those I grew up with.  I don't remember all the grumbling but who does when you are so busy playing in it?

It was really melting A LOT......but Mother Nature knows best......or just shaking out the last dredges of winter.  We have had big flooding and robins are out and about.


                 Did you see the movie FROZEN with the goofy snowman OLAF?
                        Well, he moved in down the road  a bit just after Christmas.

    He is 22 ft tall and took an entire month to construct.  His features are made out of plywood and a     tomato cage for a nose.    And yes,  the family had to 'borrow' snow from elsewhere to have enough.

We talked to the owners and they said they had a family meeting one evening to figure out a service project.  Now they build a new character every winter.  They spot light it at night.  They take your picture if they are home when you happen by.
 

John and I couldn't resist.  There is a donation bucket and the proceeds go to a local camp for kids who have a parent with cancer.  I find great JOY in that.  I applaud this family for their  ingenuity and  generosity.

I started volunteering at a woman's Union Gospel Health Clinic one day a week.  I needed to get outside of my health issues and focus on those less fortunate.  I have been there a month and am enjoying it.  The women are in a 2 year program for addictions so are long term residents.

I am learning a lot about displaced women and children and I thought I was smart enough to understand........God is at work in all of us........So HE made me open my mouth and at the end of the clinic it is time for the live in kids to get out of school......five of them.....so am doing art with them.
                 
                                   The Joy I am looking for is always right in front of me.

Tulips and Daffodils have been on display in the stores.  They call out and I have to get a new bouquet every week.........They make me smile and I know Spring is beckoning around the corner.

Whatever your weather....I hope you are warm and cozy.....and your love is always reflected back to you.

JOY

Joy is prayer - Joy is strength - Joy is love - Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls.

Mother Teresa

For the past several years I have friends and fellow bloggers who choose a word to focus on for  their New Year.  I have always resisted as I have never done well when it comes to making or keeping resolutions for the upcoming year. 

Is it because I make resolutions that are too daunting and impossible to stick with or is it because I just don't hold a lot of credence to the action itself?   I don't know. This year I  am joining in and choose JOY.

I bought this JOY sign at the local Salvation Army Thrift store a few years ago for a mere $5.00 with my senior discount.  

It has been displayed prominently in the front of our house every Christmas season. Every day it is up it reinforces how  choosing Joy is a choice.

   This year due to lots of snow and sub zero temps our Carolers are partially buried in the frozen ground so won't be put away until it warms up and the ground thaws a bit.

So our JOY sign remains as well.  I know the lights and the lighted decorations bring Joy to my dear heart as well and he still turns the lights on faithfully every evening as it grows dark. He doesn't have to say a word as his actions speak instead

Long after the sign comes down it will till remain in my heart.  It will give me the strength to choose to feel Joy even in the midst of difficulty. Even as I write this my heart sings.

I pray you find Joy in your day from the smallest to the largest moments.

Winter is Here

Like many of you across the nation, we are having a real winter.  Here in the northwest the past few winters have been very balmy with little snow pack and later drought seasons.

We not only had a white Christmas but the snow is continuing.  This week we are enduring sub zero temps with high wind chills. -5 to -15 degrees. These Quail live in our yard.  There are actually 5 of them but they don't always eat at the same time.  I have seen two perched higher up watching for prey.

I have been concerned about my little feathered and furry tailed friends so keep them supplied with food.  Here is a wood pecker who seems to have found a snack.

I watched these squirrels all summer along with my Mom.  They have become a symbol of some sort.
I smile whenever I see them in the yard.

         

This one is Rosie....named by Mom.  Her and her companions have it all figured out how to get to the bird feeder for those black oil sun flower seeds when their dish is empty.

                                 They always hold their little paws to their chests.

My Dear Heart has been out shoveling every time it snows, even  though he has a big snow blower. He says it is easier to shovel when it is only a few inches at a time. He faithfully shovels all the elderly neighbors' walks/drives so they can get to their mail boxes.

                      I always leave my solar chandelier out as it is chained in place.

              I was looking forward to the NEW Year........"this will be a better year.'
 
I have spent the past 7 days in bed with a horrible sinus infection/laryngitis.  I am watching the world from inside where it is warm and snuggly and am reminded LIFE HAPPENS.....good and bad and everything in between.

Waiting for something in the future to make life better or easier or happier is futile.  You have to make your LIFE TODAY while it is unfolding before you.

I know that you can never hug enough, love someone enough or tell those you love, "I love you." enough.   You need to take advantage of the smallest opportunity to be the most you can be and to love with all your heart.

Missing Blogland

We have been back from Hawaii and visiting our kids in Seattle for a month now.  John and I had such a special time in my parents Condo.  The first week was grieving them gone, especially Mom so recent.  But the time we spent made me feel so close to both of them.   We really needed the time to regroup as a couple and renew our health, especially me. I have been diagnosed with yet  another auto immune disease and have been dealing with all that comes with that.

 We enjoyed such beautiful sunrises and sunsets.  It rained all of three days in the 31 we were there.

           
                        The foliage was so pretty though not as many blooms as in mid winter.

 Beautiful scenery was in abundance.  God has truly blessed us with such a beautiful world.

When we arrived in Kona,  we found out that the following week they were hosting the  annual
World Ironman competition for over 2500 world athletes. The medical team was full so we volunteered to help at the finish line for three hours then finished at the medal/tshirt table.

             We didn't want to spend all of our time selfishly and felt like giving back to others.                    

 I was so humbled by the athletes we met and helped.  Men and women of all ages.  They had to place first in their age groups anywhere in the world to qualify for Hawaii.

The men and women in the age brackets 60 -84 (the oldest) were the most inspiring. They swam 2.4 miles, biked 119 miles and ran 26.4 miles.  They prove every day that any one can do anything they set their minds to.

Healing from grief is a slow process.  But God put so many wonderful people in our lives we were blessed beyond measure.

We decided to take  a boat trip to where the lava from Volcano Kileauea was flowing into the ocean.
(We were drenched with ocean water minutes into the ride. So much for blow drying my hair and I love this picture of my sweetie.)

That had to be the most amazing natural wonder we have ever experienced.  It took our breaths away.

We were actually about 15 feet from it a lot of the time.

I am busy putting Christmas decorations up, wrapping gifts, back with my weekly art kids here and some days are very difficult.  I sometimes seem to just be spinning my wheels but every day is another day of healing and another day to remember my roots and my parents.  I am determined to find the miracles in this holiday season and wish the same for all of you.

Good Bye Momma

The last five months have been dedicated to taking care of my Mother, Helen.  John and I brought her home to live with us with the care of Hospice.

  Drs. gave her 6-8 weeks to live following 30 days in the hospital with not much improvement.  I stayed nights with her in the hospital and my siblings rotated during the day.

My Mom lived five whole months after she came to stay with us.  I like to think that it is was a combination of her courage and the love and attention we gave her every day.  She was so sick, yet every day no matter what, she got up and insisted on getting dressed and out of bed.

She had fortitude and gratitude and never ever complained or whined about anything.  She did complain a few times about what I was serving for dinner. HA  I am so glad she did.  Often we ran to fast food joints or restaurants for something she was craving that moment.  We didn't care.  Time was short. She deserved to be pampered.

 Here I am with two of our daughters and five of 6 granddaughters---she has 8 children, 16 grandchildren and 16 great grandchildren.  Everyone is alive and well.  We are so blessed. Mom's summer was spent with our kids/kidlets staying for days and weeks and running in and out giving her hugs and attention and receiving hugs and attention in return.  She regaled them with her stories of her youth and life with the great grandpa they never got to know.  My siblings and their families and cousins showed up constantly.

One neighbor said'  That is not fair to your Mom she is sick and you are tired.'  Neither my Mom nor myself saw it that way.  She deserved to be surrounded by her family and she rejoiced in it.  We were all making memories to hold in our heart forever.

Here are five of my siblings  two brothers are missing.

This is Mom with some of her kids grands great grands nieces and nephews and great nieces and nephews at our last family reunion in July. This was her very best day. She raved for weeks how wonderful it was to see everyone.  She was the baby of nine children and my father was the baby of ten.  Mom was the very last one of her generation.

Our hearts are filled with such sorrow but also with love and admiration for this beautiful woman.

We celebrated her life and put her to rest a few weeks ago.  Such a difficult thing to do but we made it as loving and beautiful as possible.

John and I left a week later and are now resting and recuperating and grieving for a month in her(our shared with siblings) condo in Hawaii.  She is at every turn and her condo is filled with constant reminders of her presence and her long life here every year for half the year.  Walking down the street in the village she lived in brings so many memories of our times spent her in the past.

I miss you Momma with all of my heart.  Mahalo