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The art of…. saying goodnight

A sunset over a lake

It seems so simple- we do it every day. It is a simple gesture that we take for granted. I have witnessed families who just sort of disappear at night; there are no hugs, no warm wishes, nothing. It confused me- it was just a moment, but seemingly a vital one.

I will confess to you, that I am extremely blessed. I have three children ranging in age from twenty-three to seventeen and with rare exception every single time they leave the house, rise from their beds or just sporadically each shares a warm greeting, usually accompanying a hug and kiss. I see my children act with the same respect and affection not only with me, but also my husband and any other treasured adult in their lives. It is heartwarming to see my twenty-one year old son stop what he is doing to hug his grandfather wishing him a good night as he leaves for the evening. He doesn’t just do it because it is a sign of respect. He does it with love and meaning.

I’m lucky – I know.

The other night I was reminded again that “the little things” are most important.

I was tired. Nope, not just tired, I was completely exempt. My daughter who works ungodly hours was already in bed. My younger son had gone to bed, and my middle child was standing at the sink doing dishes. For the first time that I can ever remember I simply waved to my son, and said, “Goodnight, Patrick.”  He responded in kind as I was making my way to my bed. There was no kiss, no hug… nothing. It felt awkward. I remember being half way to bed thinking, I should have hugged him.

That night- I laid in bed unsettled, I thought about the fact that I didn’t take one second, just one to properly say goodnight to my son. What was I thinking?

I have taught my children that we never go to bed angry. For those of you who live with young adults, you understand that this might be at times difficult. However, I try to live with no regrets and teach them to do the same. It seems to me that when you go to bed angry it sets the stage for too much negativity. There are stresses in raising children, in life in general, but nothing seems to be so bad that you cannot remind your children that you love them, unconditionally.

This sort of felt like that – I neglected to take the time to bridge anything that might have transpired between us. I suppose my ceremony of “good night” is sort of like a Palm Sunday tradition to me. My father has given us a tradition where you give those you love a piece of palm which has been blessed in church. You present the palm to others apologizing for anything you might have done to hurt or offend them in the previous year. It bridges any hurt and cleans the slate for your relationship to grow and flourish. A year seems like a bit too long, so I suppose in taking the time, even a moment for my “goodnights” I hope to bridge any negativity and level things out between us.

I woke up several times that night, every single time, I thought about Patrick.

Guess what? The next morning, I greeted him with a hug. When he left the house, he kissed me – we exchanged warm sentiments as I gave him a longer than usual hug.

That night- I specifically said goodnight to everyone in my home. I reminded them of my love for them and yes, I slept much better too.

It’s a simple thing, it doesn’t seem like a big deal, but clearly it was for me. I am blessed that my twenty-one year old would WANT to hug me, let me not take that for granted. For me it is a symbol of love, and act of warmth that requires little effort, but has a big impact.

It’s in the little things

I wish you peace.

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The Art of… taking a risk

A brick pathway going under a series of arches covered with grape vines.

Get out there, go for it… DO.

So, I admit to you that I actually pride myself in NOT being a couch potato. I don’t watch television; I don’t play video games or use the stumble upon endlessly on my computer. Rarely does it seem that I “vegetate” in a non-engaged way. So clearly this is a source of pride, right?

Hmm, perhaps it shouldn’t be.

While it is probably good that I don’t take a lot of slacker time, it is also true that I am not as engaged in life-giving activities as fully as I should be.

No- I am not suggesting that it would be wise to put my life in danger to gain some sort of exhilaration in my days, only that it might inspire a spark or two to take a few chances along the way.

A risk is an act of ambition- willingly losing control. I’d say I am not very good at that. Yet, I confess then when I do actually let go and jump off the metaphorical cliff I am better for it. My art is better for it. It is 99.9% of the time a GOOD thing.

Even though I make my best attempt to live outside the box, I find that I seem to gravitate, I suppose as most humans do, toward the safe. Safe is great- it keeps you from being hurt (sometimes), however it ALSO keeps you from breathing in that pure crisp air that life has to offer. You know that fresh experience when you have never attempted something before. You have a unique view, you’ve broken out of the routine – life is fresher, more pure- maybe even exhilarating!

So why do we self-protect so much? Why is it easier to hide in our routines and not breathe just a little once in a while? Safe- for the most part seems to be just that SAFE. It prevents you from pain (maybe) but also prevents you from living more fully.

On August 9th, 2011 I took a HUGE risk. I launched Create Art 4 Good. Now just about two months later, I can honestly say it has been one most amazing journey. (I wish there was a more effective word for amazing) This is the culmination of much of my life as an artist and hopeful humanitarian. It is an active role to support the arts, to support the people who breathe, dream and need art to sustain their souls, it is an active effort to give back to those in need by using our talents for their good. Because this is so close to my heart, you bet it is downright frightening. I am afraid to fail; I am even more terrified of letting others down.

So why do it? For me-there wasn’t another choice. I was merely existing- I wasn’t living. I allowed my talents to sit safely in a box locked in my studio that seemed to serve better as a store space then a room facilitating great work. I numbly crawled  through each day. Create Art 4 Good is giving me the opportunity and the drive to do everything I have always wanted to do. To make a difference. No, I probably won’t feed the world’s hungry, but I will change my little corner of the world. I promise you that!

Create Art 4 Good seems to have its own drive, when I am weary or discouraged, I always find a new reason to dig deep for the energy to move on and work through any issue. I have learned incredible things in these last two months about the world, about myself, and about the facilitation of dreams. It is truly life giving for me.

So, why am I sharing this with you? You have a dream, I know you do. Today, I invite you to work towards it. I know it’s not always easy. I work a full time job, I have three amazing yet at times challenging children I am honored to be raising, a grandchild who reminds me that people are TIRED at fifty, a husband who works full time and goes to school…. You get the idea. I have PLENTY of reasons to not pursue Create Art 4 Good. But for me- in spite of my commitments, or perhaps because of them- I have jumped in with both feet. This risk- this effort is more than I ever dreamed it could be. I am excited to continue this journey- (I cannot wait to see what happens next!

So today- I extend the invitation to you, my friend. JUMP off the cliff. Find your dreams and touch them. They do no one any good sitting in a box on the shelf. No regrets refuse to be numb to the gifts of life- GET busy!

Get out there, GO FOR IT… DO.

In Peace,

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The art of… dark days.

A sun setting over a lake

I know what you are thinking- what could possibly be redeeming about “dark days”?  It doesn’t seem conceivable that the murky, gloomy mood we each find ourselves in sometimes has anything encouraging to offer.  Each of us seems to trip over them occasionally; nothing seems to go right, everyone we encounter adds fuel to the already flaming fire and it appears we are entrenched into the black hole. It’s almost like we willingly steep in our “mood” rather than recognize the potential positive.


The thing about darkness is that we literally experience it in a physically way- EVERY SINGLE DAY! Sometimes the dark can literally engulf you, swallow you up. Those days feel hopeless, perhaps even despondent. However if you think about it- the light wins every SINGLE time.

If you make that extension from the metaphor of our daily lives to our spiritual and emotional well being, I would suggest that in spite of the darkness, or even more boldy, BECAUSE of the darkness, we are blessed by this journey.

In art, lights and darks or rather contrast is a key design element. The eye appreciates and even understand the piece to a greater extent because of the contrast involved.

Without dark one cannot appreciate light.

Darkness – dark moods have something to teach us. Often the stresses of life culminate until we crash, physically, emotionally, or both – (you choose.) Dark times can be desperate times; we are clouded by fear or negativity. We forget, or maybe refuse to see the light.

Darkness is an opportunity- to step back, to evaluate and to work through the source of negativity. Researchers have even suggested that a mildly bad mood even helps us to think better. It promotes the ability to critically contemplate about our external world and even facilitates communication. Go figure!

Darkness seems to enable reflection in a unique way. We want to explore the seed of our darkness and expel it. Humans do not seem to generally find comfort in the deepest of darks but seek the light.

It is interesting when we actively embrace darkness-for example at a child’s birthday party; we invite the darkness while a few delicate candles illuminate the honoree as we celebrate with song. The darkness makes the moment more special, the illumination highlights the glory of the moment. Once the lights have returned the general reaction (when our eyes adjust) is a sort of relief. The light fills the room and the merriment continues. That seems to be certain proof that darkness isn’t a bad thing.

Like the moment at the child’s party when darkness can be completely uncomfortable and encompassing, it seems evident that we not only will survive the darkness we might even embrace the opportunity within it. Bad moods are not the last word on our lives, but perhaps an invitation to pause and reflect, take a time to evaluate the moment. Perhaps there is a stress that we can let go of or a situation we can begin to rectify, regardless I suggest that darkness is a gift, an invitation. I think the point is you absolutely have countless opportunities even in your darkness!

Darkness is an invitation! Dark moods are a cause to reflect, to better our own lives. So the next time you experience one, I invite you to embrace it, understand it and grow from it. I promise you, the sun will rise out of the darkness and the day will be born in new light.

In peace-

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The Art of …Kindness

The Art of ….kindness

First- let me apologize. I have tried for nearly two weeks to slim this blog entry down. I did manage to shave off eight hundred words (which of course I just added with this disclaimer)- however, I feel like this story needs to be told. Please stick with me until the end. I PROMISE the next blog entry will be MUCH briefer. Thank you in advance for your grace….

It seems to me that we forget how a simple act on our part affects another life. We learn more and more each day about how our “footprint” affects the environment of the earth. Every single thing we do from buying Styrofoam cups or conversely perhaps planting a tree seems to truly have an impact.

What about our humanity?

After camping for a weekend with my treasured family, the journey home became one interesting adventure.

I will spare you the gory details, however I will share that in the few hours before we managed to pack up the car and leave a fire extinguisher, teeming rain and much frustration and anxiety all became involved.
That was before we even left the campground.

We were wet, cold and muddy. Oh, and there was no heat in the minivan

AND- it didn’t start.

After a quick boost from my brother- our minivan was revived. Gratefully we were on our way.

As the morning hadn’t been enough “fun” within the first ten miles our journey our minivan chugged and choked and came to a horrible stop.


We were in the middle of nowhere, with nearly dead cell phones (remember we were camping for the weekend? We enjoyed roughing it but had no electricity to charge cell phones) and yes, it was still raining- harder in my head then outside our still and sad mini-van. But yes, the rain was there.

Again, I will spare you the unpleasant details. Eventually AAA was called. The good news is they would arrive within ninety minutes. The bad news? The tow home would be $3.50 a mile (for about 80 miles) and could only seat two of the four of us.

Now with the pouring rain, enter a good side dish of despair.

We were stranded with an automobile that now required (no doubt) a pricey repair but also was going to cost us hundreds of dollars to just get it home. Let’s not even mention the fact that there were four of us to get home and a very limited opportunity to try to explain to someone where we were to rescue us. Oh and don’t forget the pouring rain!


My husband decided to walk back to the previous town to try to get an understanding of where we were so that perhaps we could call my father to come and rescue us. AAA said it would take at least an hour and a half.

The children began leaking their angst in hushed tones

My stress level began to rise

As countless cars, trucks and tractor trailers speed past us, an SUV stops at the stop sign perpendicular from where our minivan sits lifeless on the road. It stops for an unusual amount of time. I am watching this vehicle with growing suspicion as my children have now began to share words of comfort recognizing my strain.

Eventually an older gentleman comes over to us and tells us that we are going to move the mini-van out of the way because he worries we will get hit by a speeding vehicle. My husband has not returned from his venture and I am overwhelmed by the offer of help.

Not in a good way.

It feels like another decision I need to make and I am concerned I am making the wrong one. Obviously it is a good thing to get off a main road; however, I worried that something further would go wrong in our attempt or perhaps trusting this man was the wrong choice.

I was relieved to see my husband hurrying back to the car.

Obviously the choice was clear.

We moved the car and ironically in spite of the slipped discs in my back, it felt great to move it. I could do something proactive. It meant something. I wasn’t just sitting there.

Then I called my father. As soon as he agreed to come rescue us I burst into tears. What a dweeb.
My father asked a simple question, “Where exactly are you?”

I still had no clue where I was, so I passed the phone to my husband who in turn passed it to the man who stopped to help us. I heard him tell my father that we would be waiting for him at McDonalds on Route 96. In my head, I thought, “We are? How are we getting there? WITHOUT Duffy?”

A new level of panic set in.

After hanging up with my father, a new conversation ensued. This man, a little quirky, seemed to be pretty harmless. He offered for Duffy (my husband) to use the phone at his house if need be. He then kindly motioned for us to get in the car. My husband, sensing my anxiety thanked him, but then said, “You have been so helpful, and I don’t even know your name.”

“Vincent” he stated- “Vincent Smith”

The two men shook hands as if to sort of seal the agreement to keep us safe and deliver us quickly to the Mecca of Grease. I kissed my husband goodbye, told him I loved him and got into the SUV with our new friend Vincent.

I admit it. I had some anxiety. Two of my three children sat quietly in the back seat while I made conversation with Vincent trying to insure his honorable motives.

I am ashamed of myself for being nervous.

I am even more ashamed of a society that manufactures fear of anyone you don’t know.

Vincent chatted away for the next five miles as he described the landscapes that we were passing. He pointed out schools that he devoted his free time to care for. He retired a few years back and his advice to me was to NEVER retire. He said that he was happiest being busy and thought I would be too. He told me countless stories in this very brief ride.

We laughed, we shared, and we bonded.

Then, I offered Vincent gas money for being so kind to us.

Here’s what he said, ”well Ma’am that would be an insult! This is a holiday (it was Labor Day) and I am just trying to help someone out!”

Tears welled up in my eyes.

Not because I didn’t give him $10 for gas, but because I didn’t trust him, because I even feared him a little. But more- because I was in the middle of nowhere, on the way home after an extremely stressful morning- and my new friend Vincent, was there to save the day and keep us safe.

I was grateful.The rain began to clear a little. Both the storm in my head, and the one outside.

Here is what I hope you take from this. It is a weird and wacky world out there… Unfortunately experience has taught us that we are to be at the least cautious, I suppose that lesson remains. However, maybe just maybe we can take the time to be a “Vincent” to someone else.

Vincent (along with my father who came out a cold and rainy day to rescue his family) just did what any decent person would do. He isn’t going to win a medal for it, or be mentioned in the newspaper. He is a common man, looking out for someone in need.

With his simple act of kindness- he became MY hero.

It’s our turn next- We don’t have to run out to try to save the world. Not really- we just be a little kinder, share a kind word, a card of encouragement. It’s been my experience that we never really appreciate the impact of our actions- both negative and positive.

Vincent made a difference. So can I.

Oh, and just one more thing- be open to the blessings of a stranger- your life will be richer
In Peace-

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I didn’t forget you…

Yep- it’s true-

September seems to be the month of adjustment. As you know I launched Create Art 4 Good about a month ago. My new project that is truly the culmination of many dreams! I am able to support art and artists while reaching out to my community in an active way to support those in need. Joyfully this opportunity has created many more opportunities and some days I am not certain which end is up!

That said- please be patient with me. I have so much more to write… so much more to do- I am just trying to readjust to all the wonderful things that are going on in my life along with a few stressful ones. Soon I promise I will be back on track and I will be bugging you to read more blogs, share more joy and experience more art…

Until then <3 share the love <3


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The art of…the hand written note

The art of… the hand written note.

What a wonderful thing is mail, capable of conveying across continents a warm human hand-clasp. Author Unknown

I know what you are thinking; why on EARTH would anyone thing about hand writing a note? We have email, tweets, and texting – technology has made this obsolete, right?

Let me ask you something- when is the last time you received a note, or perhaps even a thank you note? How did you feel?

I would be bold enough to say that when someone cares enough to send a note of caring or gratitude it is an extremely positive thing. I have even been known to call them “paper hugs”.

An envelope with an address written on it and a letter behind it.

When my children were young, I had a rule; one must write a thank you note to those who sent birthday or Christmas gifts BEFORE using them. They didn’t like that rule much, but I would like to think that it is important to show gratitude when someone was kind enough to think of them. They are good humans, and showing gratitude is a perfect way to prove it.

I believe that actually writing a note to someone is part of the simplicity, the cherishing of each moment, of slowing down just a bit. It takes time to write a note, there is no spell check, no backspace key. It seems to be a sincere and intimate act.

Letters are tactile- for those of us who still enjoy the feeling of paper in our hands, or the turning of the page, it can be very satisfying to touch this purposeful document. It is permanent; it is thoughtful and often emotional or reflective. The hand written letter speaks about the writer through the style of line or even the pen chosen.

The hand written letter is in fact an art form.

Must you doubt? Currently there is an exhibit in the UK devoted to just this exact art form.

So- my suggestion is this- write a note. Think about someone you know that might need an encouraging word, someone you might truly make a difference to. Send them a note, you will both feel better.

The art of the letter is not dead, perhaps it is just asleep. It lies within our humanity to reach out to another. Perhaps it is time.
In Peace-

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The Art of… making a mark

The Art of…making a mark.

So, for the creatives out there, I KNOW you can understand the “dry” periods. It’s a time where the words won’t come, the paint lies on the palette without motivation and you are quite certain you have lost all of your talent down some horrible chasm of despair. Those are the days where fear prevents me from picking up a pencil or paint brush, or even writing a word. I have to find the courage somehow to break through the negativity and find a way to begin anew. It’s not easy, it takes commitment, and I might fail, which is scary.

Paper laid out with pencils, a ruler, a protractor, and a compass on it.

Likewise, I feel like we as humans have dry periods of humanity. We wrap ourselves tightly into our own selfish worlds. We become unable to reach out beyond our own comfort to assist someone else. It’s too hard to step out of our comfort zone to do more than our busy lives already dictate we do. We forget compassion as we travel through life in lieu of the grocery list of tasks we allot for each day of living.
When we are driven by fear, or selfishness, our world gets smaller. I don’t think that is how it is supposed to be.

Take a moment, look at your hand. Go ahead, I promise it won’t hurt. See that? That unique and lovely swirl? You know- right there on the end of your finger? Your fingerprint. That is YOURS- there is not another in the world that looks exactly like yours.

Just like your fingerprint- YOU are meant to make your mark in a unique and wonderful way!

Our president has this to say. “Making your mark on the world is hard. If it were easy, everybody would do it. But it’s not. It takes patience, it takes commitment, and it comes with plenty of failure along the way. The real test is not whether you avoid this failure, because you won’t. It’s whether you let it harden or shame you into inaction, or whether you learn from it; whether you choose to persevere.” —Barack Obama</p>

Your mission is as unique as your fingerprint. It is yours; no one can tell you how you should do it. That is on you. I suppose sometimes it takes a bit of effort to figure out just where your talents lie. However I do know that it is a process and inactivity will only serve to squander the opportunity you have to make your mark. Fear builds up, and negativity wins. Don’t allow this to happen! A painting will not paint itself; a score of music will not play until it is written, nor will a machine get built without the mechanic or designer creating it.

Another tidbit of wisdom for you-
“If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare composed poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, ‘Here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.” -Martin Luther King, Jr.

I don’t think I set out with the forming of Create Art 4 Good as a way to make my mark, but truly I felt it was a culmination of who I am. I felt that it was the next part of my journey. But certainly I hope to make a difference. I can tell you that this process has already made a mark on me. I feel like doors are flying open and I am having a hard time keeping up! The intent was certainly honorable, and I believe in that is great power- I am in awe of this process. It is exciting and life giving. It certainly comes with plenty of work, but, full steam ahead!

Now I ask you-
What can you do? What is uniquely yours? How are you going to make your difference?

Today, I invite you to make your mark on the world- go on! Get to work!
In Peace-

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The Art of…slowing down

The art of… slowing down.A white rose

Take a bath. No, honestly you don’t smell in an unfavorable way, but yes, you do look like you could use a moment to yourself. Couldn’t we all?

Life is hectic; this is no news to you. Like everyone else I have a grocery list of goals to accomplish on a daily basis. Work, family, my vocation and other commitments all add up to extremely busy.

While these distractions are useful at times and I suppose NO ONE can be productive all the time, it occurs to me that sometimes even I, at age fifty need to “take a break”. While there are the occasional word game or perhaps a family movie, these things always seem to happen in the middle of another set of “busyness”.

In my last review, my boss asked me what I do for myself. I was surprised at the question; it seemed to have really nothing to do with my work. I stumbled through the answer as I really had no clue what to say. He smiled, and said,” every Tuesday afternoon, I disappear, I turn off my cell phone, and that time is JUST FOR ME.” I sat in silence for a few moments trying to process all he was sharing with me. He went on to explain his reasoning for such an action, he suggested taking some time for him wasn’t selfish, it was vital to his well being. He suggested perhaps I find my own “Tuesday afternoon”.

I remember leaving my review thinking that was a fun idea, however my many roles including family, work and not to mention entrepreneurship would prevent me from ever taking advantage of his suggestion. I remember thinking he just didn’t understand my life.


Then one day- I took a walk on lunch. I left my cell phone at my desk, and I just took a walk. Normally I work through lunch, life as a captionist seems to dictate that. I didn’t that day. I took a walk and it was amazing how I felt at the end of it. Not only had I taken a moment to clear my head, but to exercise and refocus. I let go, I enjoyed the spring air, I took in the sights of spring. The rest of the day went swimmingly well, I not only got my work done well, but I was downright joyful about it.

At the end of the school year, I brought my boss chocolate chip cookies, and I thanked him for his words of wisdom. I believe that I am a better human when I remember to take a “Tuesday afternoon” now and again.

Since then, I am honest to admit not always good about taking a moment for myself, I seem to forget and have to relearn the lesson that it is not only okay to take some time for me, it is vital.

My loving home is a very busy place. My children are still at home, my two year old granddaughter still runs screaming through the house and I forget with that giant “to do” list sitting on the table, that I need to step out and take a walk, or find a sketch pad and go to the beach, grab my camera and explore downtown architecture or… take a bath. These things are indulgent perhaps, in our quick shower world, but I believe necessary to feed the soul.

Today, I invite you to find a moment, and take it just for you. The rest of the world will keep on turning, I promise. It can also turn without your attention for an hour. Go ahead… do it! You DESERVE it.

In peace-

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The Art of … Friendship

The art of… friendship

A blue heart on a white background.

“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art… It has no survival value; rather is one of those things that give value to survival.” – C. S. Lewis

Friendship is one of the many things I believe we as humans take for granted.

In fact, the social media “Facebook” has exploited the term. On Facebook friendship seems to equate to anyone you have ever known, shopped at the same grocery store with or perhaps attend the same university (maybe not even at the same time!). It is superficial. While I agree it can be a great way to reconnect with people, I suggest that it is not always the healthiest method of maintaining or growing a true friendship.

True friendship to me entails many different things; none of them include “writing on my wall”.

There does not seem to be an accurate definition of friendship, certainly not one that truly defines all aspects of the term.

There are people in my life that I rarely speak with. Yet, when I do, it feels like no time has passed since last we met. The most difficult task seems to be sharing every detail of life during the time we spent apart. I usually leave our meeting wondering why we don’t see each other more, but grateful for each moment spent with this treasured friend.

There are friends that I call “3 am friends”. Any time, any place you need them, I KNOW they would be there. My husband jokes that there are friends who would help you move, and then there are friends that would help you move a body. All kidding aside- the body moving friends are my 3 am friends.

Without going on to define every avenue of friendship I think it is clear that there are many different types. I hope you are blessed with good friends, old friends, new ones and yes, especially “3 am friends”.

However, one of the things that has occurred to me as I travel this journey, is that just because friends come and go has no bearing on the value of their friendship.

I have lived in two states; I have attended school, and college, and even joined a few organizations. Each of these things allows you to meet different people. Each of them allows the seeds of friendship to be planted. I am honored to say that I have been blessed by many friendships. Some I still maintain, some have passed.

I used to mourn this deeply.

Shouldn’t a true friend be a part of your life forever?

Please don’t diminish those in your life by equating their worth to the longevity of your relationship. I believe that people enter our lives often when we need them to. Sometimes they stay for a cup of tea, and sometimes they stay forever. As we grow, our needs change. As we walk our journey we are open to different things.

To view friendship this way truly honors those in your life as they walk the shared journey. It is indeed an act of gratitude and ultimate love to not attempt at possession, but truly to appreciate who they are and what they are to you at the time they were in your life.

So today- look around you. Appreciate those in your life and the gifts they give to you. Be inspired by them, grateful for them and most of all… be one of them.

In Peace-

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A few more details…

A brown wooden china cabinet

A few more details…

I am overwhelmed by the support that each of you have so generously given to me. This journey has been incredible and each day resembles Christmas, a new gift, a new opportunity. Today a most affirming gift came from dear friend of mine whom I met while living in Pennsylvania. She has always been a bright spot in my life, and today was no exception. She sent me a message, “Your mom would be very proud of what you are doing and who you are becoming right now…………xoxoxo.” I have to say these words meant more than she will ever know. While I started Create Art 4 Good because I believe it is vital for me to use my talents to create a change in my corner of the world, it is also an incredible benefit to make my parents proud and to carry on the legacy that they have begun. I miss my mom, deeply. To think she would be proud of this, (and I believe she would be) is certainly an added motivation. So that said, it seems time to disclose a few more of the details of my plan.

It isn’t just a cliché. Art has tremendous power both for the creator as well as the observer (collectors too!). This is why we have things in frames on our walls, sculptures, beautiful books and are compelled to embellish our living and working spaces. Artistic opportunity is everywhere, the greeting card, billboards, murals and sculptures in the park. Ideas are limitless, and the prospect of creating a piece of art that not only moves another emotionally but also might have a long lasting positive effect, thrills me to beyond measure.

The next phase of Create Art 4 Good goes beyond the blog- and into the marketplace. Create Art 4 Good reaches out to artists and collectors alike. My process is simple. Support art and artists- (highly talented, hand chosen and juried), sell their wonderful work and give a portion of the proceeds to charity. In this, everyone benefits. How exciting is that?!

One of the best parts of my plan (in my opinion) is that I am able to continue working on my own art. As you may or may not know I am a mixed media artist. I work in pretty much whatever I can get my hands on. Clay, water media, fibre, found objects, photography, you name it! I will continue my artistic exploration; I will continue to offer my work.

As my mother always said, “Charity begins at home!” So my very first offering will be a china cabinet. It is a lovely cabinet with a very classic look. Soon, it will be a more contemporary look. Oh, it’s not done yet! In fact, far from it! Is it odd that I find that exciting? I feel like as my business grows, this cabinet will also be transformed. I will paint each stroke knowing that my dreams are that much closer to blooming. I invite you to go along with me on this exciting voyage. I will share the journey through photographs and quick updates.

Just to kick it off, here is the first image-A brown wooden china cabinet

So there you have it… come along with me… and let’s get to work

In peace-