Hello, my name is Quinn, but I’ll answer to Mom or Entwife too. I enjoy Beauty wherever I find it, Nature, Music, and Art in all their forms. I consider these to be True and Sacred things. These are things that feed us in non-physical ways that are just as vital to our well being as food. So… thanks for feeding me with you Art!
I guess I would say I see myself as a writer before any other crafting, but I do love to hand embroider, sew, draw, paint, sculpt with clay or paper mache, and take pictures with our digital… as well as several other odd craftings when the mood strikes me.
I have three wonderful children who are blossoming into the most amazing adults I know. Alan, my husband, and I have been together 22 years this October. We drive each other nuts, but it’s a good nuts… with chocolate coating. :) I look to All My Relations for advice, wisdom, and inspiration. I’m a Gemini with Pisces rising…everything else is subject to change without notice.
:) wishing you laughter
Quinn Blackburn is a member of !* Dark Cabaret *!, ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, ! Inspired Art !, 1 In The Beginning - Ancient Practices, A Spiritual Walk, Affection, All Out Emotion, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Animal Fantasy & Whimsy, Art and Stories Made For Children, Art For The World, Art Inspired by Dreams, Childhood, Children-The Power of Raw Emotion , Forests, Human. Animal. Nature./Człowiek. Zwierzę. Natura. (2 per day, approval required) , ImageWriting (2/24), Live, Love, Dream: , Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, Nature's Wonders, Pets Are Us ~ 2 per day, phoDOGraphy, Photography Critique and Advice, Playful Photogenic Animals, Remember When, Sisters in Arms (feminine relationship described), Spirit of the Native American, Spiritual Art, The Art of Pain, The beauty of poetry, THE DIVINE FEMININE, The Healing Journey, The Word Tree, Trees - 2 images per day with trees as the focal point, UN!TY , Who are YOU to Judge?, Wild Nature Photography & Writing and Your Magic PLACE (only a place!).
Nothing is ever forgotten for each memory is like a book, only waiting for the cover to be opened and read…
Why walk through life when you can dance? Awaken! Sing your wisdom, harvest joy,and seize at chance…
Rest in peace, my Shadow. Until the Wheel turns and we meet again… a little wiser for the wear, and I… less willing to offer you a piece of my soul on a silver plate.
Dancing, / Joyous and Free… / Swift Messengers upon the Waves, / Lo, They come!
I was given no voice with which to sing, yet my lessons are inevitable, vital as the Spring!
Remember, you too are divine,and worthy of praise…