“Sometimes words are not enough“
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…
It’s never to late to learn something new. Case in point: I am blessed to have recently spent time with Don’s sister, Earlene. We have been to Europe together and she is an intelligent, delightful, hoot. A superb travel companion, always open to a new adventure. While here in Fairhope,…
You can’t celebrate without a mask, can you? Or make one for your front door or to display on your mail box. What about your golf cart? So many reasons, so little time. Full and half masks. All students were pleased with their artwork. And never 2 alike….
Still thinking about my fire. As you know I lost everything. One “thing” just came back to me, and I’m in complete awe. I wrote my first book, “Coulier’s Island” in the early 1990’s. It took me 2 years to complete. At this time in my life I did not…
The FIRE was in 2011. All was lost. Here is the story from my memoir: Chapter 31: Boxes of Memories, (page 237) In June 2009, God had sent me my BIG love. I was in my golden years and I was truly thankful. A gentle man who loved me for…
Excerpt #2 from my memoir. Continuing the DOLL story from my last blog. One day while living in my Nassau Bay beach house, I was working on a doll of a darling little girl with long dark hair and big blue eyes. Her grandmother had commissioned me to finish it…
Most of you know that I wrote my memoir a few years ago. There are many stories that I would love to share with you. This is the first one. Excerpt from Chapter 14: Making Dolls (page 91) I never really played with dolls as a kid. My time was…
If you have been reading my blogs, you know that I am doing a series of classes with Alcohol Inks entitled “ALCHEMY INK”. The reason I changed the name is 2-fold: 1.) It is NOT a “bring your own booze and paint” class… as Alcohol Ink may sound like. 2.) When…