As most of you know, I have a special needs art class every Saturday, and Shelley is always there. She is a delight to be with and oh so creative. I met Shelley 6 years ago at a tree lighting ceremony in Fairhope. She immediately began telling me her life…
Some of you know that my Dad was a landscape artist. He would design his client’s yards into a beautiful work of art. He would make drawings of 6 months, 2 years, and 10 years so they could see the growth of the trees and plants over time. My brother…
OMG… I can’t stop laughing. I’m trying to calm myself down and be respectful but… This fish present has me howling while my husband is ready for a divorce. OK, let me start from the beginning: Our good friend John O’Melvany Woods had a birthday party last weekend. Being the…
I had an art class this week with young boys (7 to 9)… and was astonished that they knew what discernment meant. Well, not the actual word, but the concept. I’m working with a group of women who are teaching young kids VIRTUES and this art lesson was on TRUTH. Others design…
Who wrote this and why is it important now? “The trouble about argument is that it moves the whole struggle onto the Enemy’s own ground. He can argue too; whereas in really practical propaganda of the kind I am suggesting He has been shown for centuries to be greatly the…
No, not the 1966 song by the Beach Boys… Although, that’s exactly what I’m blogging about today. “Good, good, good, good vibrations.” I was watching Ellen the other day and I understand why so many people adore her. Myself included. She usually , in the final segment of the…
Excerpt from my memoir. Chapter 16: Beach House Art School (Page 117) http://ForgettingToFly.com David and I had been married for eight years when he moved to Indianapolis for a stable job opportunity. He was now in the field of Medical Waste and was moving around a lot establishing guidelines for…
Most of you know that I am continually studying energy and how much it effects us. I’ve always known that Sadie, my precious King Charles Cavalier, can see angels. … and my cat, Smoke, lays on my chest to heal anxiety or depression with his purrrrrr. I believe pets are…
I did not write a blog last week and I am feeling GUILTY. When I decided to make a weekly commitment to blog about ART WITH A PURPOSE, 42 blogs ago… I knew I had to set aside precious time to feel how art had impacted my life that week… every…
I always knew I was right-brained. … and my brother, Drew, was left-brained. Camping in 1954 Perhaps not the terminology, but I noticed early on that, as siblings, we were completely different. Almost opposite. Drew built extravagant tree forts. I collected moss in the woods behind our house. Drew strategically…