Unconscious Mutterings

Stormy done on 9x12 canvas in acrylics

A few posts back I presented a wall of Jayna's Angels, but now I'd like to introduce them individually. This is my sixth Angel Stormy, she loves to whirl away her worries; Stormy enjoys creative adventure but is often sabotaged when people take advantage of her sweet nature. She'd like to learn better boundaries so she can hang on tighter to her own dreams!

I fully understand Stormy, sometimes it's so hard to juggle everything you need and want to accomplish while pleasing others. It can be even more disappointing when you know it wasn't fully appreciated! I'm learning to dissuade my guilt to follow some of my own dreams. Unfortunately, some may feel snubbed, housework may get behind. But oh well.....I'm taking charge of my dreams! Only so much time in the day! Woman are known to wear the weight of the world upon their shoulders! Along with self doubt!

Here are my Mondays unconscious mutterings!

1. Rambling ::man
2. Magnetic ::love
3. Again! :: baby….do it one more time!
4. Acoustic ::guitar
5. Mahogany ::bench
6. Promises ::broken
7. Ill fitting ::loose
8. Sublime ::gelato
9. Poop ::scoop
10. Disoriented ::foggy

Sunday Scribblings Night

Sunday Scribbling this weeks prompt is " My Nights"This is my falling angel I digitally drew for drawing day 08

Truly Night can be my bliss! I think I was a bat in another life. From childhood I loved the dark solace, moist air, twinkling stars, and solitude of Night! Not to mention the moon! Pepper has favorable memories of being awakened to walk in the new fallen snow well after midnight.As a teen I would escape from my bed to wander or just sit outside in the summer evenings that I adored. I'd sneak out in the dead of winter to deliver papers in the snow with a boy I liked. Some of my best creative moments awakened me out of a solid sleep in the wee hours before dawn! Night hours now rule me. Years of being summoned by the A.M.had dire affect.It's a choice I've lost, some nights I want to sleep and can't because of menopausal madness. The late calm has absconded with any semblance of routine the next day. Ruling whether I can function to my normal! The poem I wrote is about my youthful nights! Now it's self serve after eight pm, nothing physical accomplished after that hour either!

Midnight Maid

Worked eight hours, gone nine or ten

Labor at home, started then

Painted rooms, way into night

Like magic, working till morning light

I used to be the midnight maid

Night my solace, or quietude

All my troubles I could elude

Most nights I slept just four hours

Stayed up late to clean or scour

While I was the midnight maid

Years went by in this routine

Those nightly moments so serene

Then I crashed, not enough sleep

A virus, a death, I collapsed into a heap

No longer the midnight maid

Illness knocked on my back door

Housework, no choice but to ignore

Piles of laundry slowly done

Unsightly dust I had to shun

Gone was the midnight maid

Grief, anger, acceptance too

No longer did what I used to do

Weariness forced me to use the word “No”

Slept on demand, now weak and slow

I needed the midnight maid

Hastened days sadly changed

Life was now rearranged

Insane treadmill of life I’d been on

Dissipated, completely gone!

No more midnight maid

Our Dream!

Last night we went to Sex in the City. Laura brought Cosmo's for us to drink in the theater. Of course it was on the down low! As Laura left the theater her purse was dripping....hmmmm wonder what that could possibly be. Almost a dead give away, along with her laughter!!!

I was so stoked after the movie I wanted to capture the moment. So with a combination of Photo shop (which I suck at), and the paint program I produced this picture of the three of us as the Sex in the City Characters! How fun is this?

If you were ever a fan then it's a must see! I won't spoil it by saying a word. But I will agree with my friend Chris, there is quite a bit of wisdom throughout! Enjoy!!!! We did!

Cookies Contest and Peppers Shoes

These are Pepper shoes that she wears everyday!

These are Cookie's Shoes!

Well, they're not actually her shoes because she's grown up! But they're a wonderful piece of her art work that just happens to look exactly like Peppers shoes, save the bows and color! Cookie Sunshine is having a contest to win six Mary Jane prints along with her poetry that accompanies each illustration from her "Little Red Shoe series." Each print is limited to an edition of six. She's giving number 3/6 of each print to her lucky winner!

To enter just visit her spectacular blog, full of nostalgic stories, art and everyday life. See the magnificent cakes Cookie produces, works of art almost too beautiful to cut into! I find myself excited to see what she's doing next or what exciting website she might lead me to as she kindly endorses other artists and their wares!

Leave a comment there by the June 30th, 2008 deadline letting her know that you have put a post on your blog informing your readers about her drawing, with a picture of the little red shoes and a link back to the Cookie Sheet.

Check out this special artist, you won't be disappointed, you may even win some cool illustrations too!

Thursday Thirteen

"Soul of the Sea"
This Jayna's Angel was made for Kai who won my 500th post contest. I originally had something different in mind, but wanted to do a bag more suitable to Kai's personality as a lover of Mermaids and the color blue!

Thursday Thirteen #7

Thirteen things I could be found to say on a continuum

You’ll never say” Gee I wish I’d stayed in that bad marriage longer”

Children learn what they live

Definition of insanity is doing the same things over and over expecting different results

Karma

Just ask

Find your voice

What do you want to eat?

Thank you for abundance! (Looking to the sky)

Turn it up!

Hmmmm……not sure about that! (With an inquisitive voice)

I ...DON’T .....THINK..... SO!

I feel so blessed!

Is it hot in here?

Jayna's Angels

If I had a single flower for every time I think about you,
I could walk forever in my garden. ~Claudia Ghandi8/15/2006 to 6/3/2007

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a
memory no one can steal. ~From a headstone in Ireland

She fluttered on this earth for just a moment

Picked the sweetest parents she could

Hoping they’d not forget her

Knowing they never would

She fluttered on this earth to make a difference

While here she impacted many

When she flitted up to heaven

Dry eyes, she’d not left any

She fluttered on this earth for just a moment

So the world could truly see

What an angel looked like

And how one came to be

She fluttered on this earth to make a difference

And you know what she found

So many people who loved her

So many she’d astound

She fluttered on this earth and made a difference

Now we’ll never be the same

When you see little purple wings

It’s that precious angel, Jayna is her name

By Happytiler

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whisper

the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. ~William Shakespeare

Jayna's Angels

A year today Jayna died. Still devastated her mom has had no time to grieve. Contending with her four and a half year old disabled son is a full time job. For the last six weeks they’ve been in and out of Children’s hospital dealing with deteriorating health issues. Both mom and son have picked up yet another virus, the hazards of spending long bouts in Children’s.

Ethan was poked and prodded to Selina's chagrin. She slept many hours along side him despite his flailing new symptoms unrelated to previous seizures. Some days she was able to muster bouts of wonderful humor, radiating love to her son and husband. Nurses found these parents to be inspiring for other families on the ward. Other days it took everything to find strength to keep it together as she had mini melt downs.

One particular day (during that vulnerable time of month) she wept as she asked god why this was happening to her son. Seeing her tear stained face and sensing her distress, one special nurse bought her a coffee and muffin with her own money. Barriers penetrated it was just one mother attempting to comfort another mother.I cried when she relayed this story to me.

Life is hard for this couple; Ethan now has a feeding tube. Instead of taking the day to commemorate Jayna, Selina is nursing a virus and her son. If you could only see the dedication this couple has for this beautiful little boy, and to each other. You’d never again make one complaint about your own healthy child.

My heart goes out to this little family as mom and son are confined to home on the anniversary of Jayna’s death. I have dedicated a wall in my loft for Jayna’s angels. My dream is to honor this sweet angel with my art. To bring parents together with my grief wings so that those who’ve lost children will never again feel alone in their sorrow!

I've known this couple for over twenty years, I could never have imagined their life would be full of such hardship. Just know I am thinking of you guys with so much love.Praying one day there will be the answers you're looking for.

Andrews Wings

My friend Lucy awarded me the "I love you this much award" a while back. I was thrilled because I love her too! I had such a blogging lull back then it never got posted. Today I received a great blogger friend award from Queenie. Both Lucy and Queenie have a great sense of humor, on a dull day they can pick your spirits up with their quick wit! Their serious poignant moments also keep you hooked into their blogs too! Thank you so much for the adoration, I truly enjoy your blogs and appreciate the recognition!

I'd like to extend these awards to all my friends on the side links
because you wouldn't be there if I didn't really enjoy visiting each one of you!

Now that Ang has received her Jayna's Angel bag I can share it with you!
I custom added a pair of " Andrews wings"
to commemorate her Angel who passed in 2001.

I decided to try this Unconscious Mutterings this week,
an interesting word association task

1. Gossipping :: nasty

2. Misplaced ::always

3. Spaceship ::alien

4. Ignore ::fine

5. Bodily ::big

6. Tweezers ::plucker and I mean that in the nicest way!

7. Goodnight ::no

8. Curls ::laura

9. Faucet ::drip

10. Right? :: yeah