Sunset Beauty

Lost Pictures

Some people are claiming he made this up. Others think it's a great find. I think he really did find these pictures. I hope he can find the owners. These are great photos. Very professional looking.

This Afternoon-A Bit Of Awesome

He drifted by my window, graceful and silent, oh so beautiful. I watched his path with awestuck wonder as he alighted ,wings spread out, showing off his colors in the late afternoon sunlight. He flipped his wings closed and looked around with haughty eyes, lord of the skies. Then, with a soft cry, the red tailed hawk flew off to who knows where.

One would expect me to see a sight like this as I live in the country on a lake. The wonder I found in this moment was that I was in the middle of downtown, sitting in a bank parking lot and the pole this hawk landed on was a light pole in the mall parking lot next door. Just not something I would expect to see downtown.

Easter Morning

I awoken this morning to silence. Both nephews and the cats were all still asleep. The neighbors were probably still sleeping off last night's party run. I was just warm enough to be drowsy. I had no place to go and not really anything to do for a change so I just laid there, reluctant to get up. I wanted to enjoy the quiet.

Then, into that silence, came one sound. One pure note of bird song. I'm not quit sure what bird, but it was a beautiful sound. A song of joy, of life, in celebration of a new morning, a promise of a sunny warm day. As I laid there listening to it's song I realized that today was Easter.

I thought of Easters past. The fun of my childhood on this day. Of me and my siplings finding Easter baskets waiting for us full of candy and toys. Of egg hunts, church services, and family dinners. It was only as an adult that I think back and wonder at my mother finding a way to get us those baskets because there was never really alot of money back then. Our holiday dinners were never big elaborate deals. And I can remember only once getting a new Easter dress thanks to my grandparents. I never understood the need for new clothes to wear to Easter services.

I think that the best thing I remembered about Easter was coloring eggs, of finding new unique colors combinations. Of playing with the dyes and making a really big mess in the kitchen. As my nephews grew up and I began helping them color eggs they of course got new things to play with -glitter, stickers, crayons, pens. I had a blast with them resulting in a mess in my kitchen. And I enjoyed hiding the eggs and watching them run around the yard trying to find them. I added the encouragement of attaching money value to each egg. But nothing made me smile the most then seeing their eyes light up when they got up and saw those brightly colored and stuffed baskets waiting for them. Me and my sister never bought premade baskets. We always bought the things empty and fixed them ourselves, individualizing each one according to the boy.

Of course we made sure the boys knew that Easter was not all about baskets and eggs and bunnies. That Easter was about Christ and His sacrifice for us. All of my boys are good born again Christens. They have their moments when I want to slap them on the back of the head sometimes, but for the most part they are good boys.

I asked Cory if he wanted an Easter basket. He rolled his eyes at me, but did admit that he would like a chocolate bunny. I guess I'll try to find one tomorrow on clearance.

I hope all of you have a Happy Easter and a great week to come.

Loves, Kelly

Today is...

Freedom Day

GI Joe Day (our troops? We should celebrate every day.

the cartoon and comic book? hey, I raised boys.I know all about them.

the movie? yeah, I love bad, cheesy movies.

Working Naked Day (ewwwww !)

My Happy Monday post is about one of my favorite things-a full winter moon. Saturday was a wolf moon, meaning a really bright moon. Here it was shining down on new fallen snow. A really beautiful sight. I tried to capture it in this photo.

Obviously, I need to practice taking night photos.

Is it any wonder that our ancestors worshipped the moon.

All of you have to check out this girl's work. I found it very interesting.

http://www.nicolettaceccoli.com

An Autumn Poem

GOD’S PALLET

Deep Autumn blue
seen through rustling leaves
my heart sings with joy
at the song of the breeze
God's pallet surrounds me
crimson reds, deep oranges,
bright yellows, deep greens
shadowy purples and blues
dry leaves crackle
under my dancing feet
the scent of life fills me
all is well with my soul

A Little Forgotten Bowl

Sometimes things that we take for granted as being there are overlooked. Take this little bowl. I made it in the early eighties in an attempt at pottery. I figured out early that pottery was not for me, but I did manage this cute little bowl. I think it shows the beginning of the colors and shapes I would use later on, but when I made I really didn’t think about it much.

I have carried this bowl every place I have moved to since then (an astounding seven times). I placed it on my kitchen counter among an array on candles and used it as a catch all. Today I was cleaning off said counter and noticed the bowl in the light coming from the window. It was filled with stuff. Since I was cleaning I dumped the stuff out to see what was there.

Wow, memories. Let’s see…from top left…

A silver watch with rhinestones that my dad gave me. It’s just a tad too small and the battery is dead, but it is from my dad. He gave it to me the year before he died.

A small bottle of patchouli oil, bought to give me a sense of creativity (I have many of these strewed about the house).

A box of matches from July 4th (wow, what a great fireworks show in the neighborhood).

A river rock found on one of my “let’s clean out the river” excursions several years ago.

One of my favorite pair of earrings. (I wondered where they were.)

A set of toe rings (Forgot I had those).

A penny from the Bahamas (no idea where that came from. I have never been there. Love to go though).

One of my many anklets with bells for belly dancing (or just walking about the house tormenting the furry ones. Barney tries to pull them off me).

And in the middle one lone earring that my ex-fiancé bought me. (the mate was lost many, many, many moons ago).

Who could of imagined that a little forgotten bowl would of held so many memories.

A Small Gem

I did this while waiting for the ham to cook on Thanksgiving day. I started it out as an collage of stars papers and cut outs, but then decided to add the the girl's face using watercolor crayons and wax crayon. Then I finished it off with a little gold ink. It is among the first pieces on my new etsy shop.

A Cold Snowy Day

Autumn In The South

It's images like these that make me glad I'm living in the Southern Appalachians.
http://www.southernliving.com/southern/features/special_sections/article/0,28012,1123013,00.html

Autumn Decorating

http://www.southernliving.com/southern/homes/0,13235,1854626-1,00.html

A Bright Leaf

You see before you one bright leaf, shifting in the Autumn breeze, hanging in the darkened shadows of the other leaves still clinging to Summer's green. One small orange-yellow leaf, showing the ravages of time in it's holes and dying edges. It's a beautiful thing-this lone little leaf. It gives us joy in it's lovely color, sadness in knowing that Winter is around the corner, and hope for the far off coming of Spring.

A Dream

The dream was in black and white and shades of gray, in a room bare of furniture with wooden floors. There was one single window, partly open, that let in pale sunlight and a breeze, smelling of flowers and earth. There were people in the room with me. I felt that I knew them, but I didn't reconize them. A little bird was trapped in the room and we were trying to catch it. It flew around and around the room until we saw from it's bright blue color that it was a parakeet. Several of us questioned why a parakeet was loose to come through the window and get trapped in this room. Finally, I held up my cupped hands and the parakeet came to land in them. I brought my hands down to my breast to gently hold the little bird. It looked so bedraggled and scared, sitting there in my hands. My last thought before I woke up was that I needed to get help for it.
I don't know if there is meaning in dreams and this was trying to tell me something. I just know that it was a beautiful dream to remember when I woke up.
I always had a fondness for parakeets. They are so much fun to watch. They have so much personalityand cheerfulness with they chriping and playing. I would like to have some, but with my mother on oxygen I can't have them in the house. And I have, like, demon cats that would torment them.
Until next blog, see you all well.

Country Of Daughters

A Word Picture

A hot wind moves across my skin, sweat trickles down my face and back,
dry grass crunches beneath my feet, a bee buzzes by.
Under the trees of my backyard woods, in the dark shade
yellow eyes watch me warily from a darker shadow
and blue eyes look up at me pleadingly from a little gray and tan face,
softly meowing for a pet. All around me my flowers droop, thirsty and dying roses, honeysuckles, and tigerlillies.
Is that thunder I faintly hear? Is that a dark cloud on the horizan?
Is rain finally coming? Please, God, say it is.

I Love This Song

I really dig this song and am so glad There is a video for it now. Check it out!

Bury My Lovely

My Dark Angel

a coppery red moon
hangs low in a midnight sky
you stand in the darkness
beneath a crimson canopy
where October's chill breeze
sings a dry mournful song
and lifts your night black hair
your piercing grey eyes
stare from your pale face
I know your kiss
death cold yet burning
turning my soul to ash
my dark angel
with broken wings.

God's Pallet

Deep Autumn blue
seen through rustling leaves
my heart sings with joy
at the song of the breeze
God's pallet surrounds me
crimson reds, deep oranges,
bright yellows, deep greens
shadowy purples and blues
dry leaves crackle
under my dancing feet
the scent of life fills me
all is well with my soul

Heated Nights

Let me follow you, Beloved,
into the shadowy places.
Keep me safe within your arms
all through the heated night
upon a bed of cool sheets
covered with blood red rose petals.
Take me to impossible heights
with your hot kisses
and let me fall into
the velvet blackness of your eyes.